"Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table:Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels.

From 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock' by T.S. Eliot

M odernist poet T S Eliot had touched upon the I-solation of the 'I' long before sociologists, the marketing gurus, the behaviouralists or even the social anthropologists had got wind of it.... more