In his famous poem “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” T.S. Eliot proved prophetic, predicting the new kind of man and the new kind of courtship that would dominate the modern world.

T.S. Eliot’s J. Alfred Prufrock measured out his life in coffee spoons; I map out mine in bowls of borscht. The best borscht I ever had was in a punk house the summer before I turned 18.

I grow old. I grow old.” T.S. Eliot said that in his poem “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.” Old age bothered him and made him ask, “Do I dare to eat a peach?” “Shall I part my hair behind?” ...

T.S. Eliot’s J. Alfred Prufrock measured out his life in coffee spoons. I map out mine in bowls of borscht. The best borscht I ever had was in a punk house the summer before I turned 18.