Read the excerpt from "the love song of j. alfred prufrock." and the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! smoothed by long fingers, asleep . . tired . . or it malingers, stretched on the floor, here beside you and me. should i, after tea and cakes and ices, have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? but though i have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, though i have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter, i am no prophet— and here’s no great matter; which words best indicate that prufrock feels anxious? head, platter, prophet peacefully, smoothed, strength wept, fasted, prayed tea, cakes, ices