I love Prufrock — it moves me almost to tears, believe it or not — and in reading Chris’s parody I was simultaneously exulting in the fabulosity of it and thinking, oh no, I’ll never be able to read Eliot the same way again! But no matter; it’s worth it to have this:

[But in the lamplight, flecked with Cheeto dust!]

Not to mention this:

Shall I kiss my own behind? Do I dare to join the Marines?
I shall wear white-feathered blouses and clean out tiled latrines.
I have heard the chickens crowing, full of beans.

Chris should also get some kind of additional commendation just for the sheer speed of his synapses. It probably took Goldstein two months to come up with his lame Coleridge thing (based on the date of Amanda’s laundry basket post). It looks like it took Chris about an hour to do Prufrock.