"...I grow old ... I grow old ...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black...."
- From The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock By T. S. Eliot (1888–1965)