Prologue[Stage is bare. A dim light rises to reveal ELIOT seated at a small desk, a manuscript before him. He looks up, addressing the audience with deliberate restraint.]Eliot:This is not a love song in any familiar sense.It is not the hymn of fulfillment, nor the sonnet of devotion.It is the monologue of hesitation,The theater of thought where action never … [Read more...] about The Love Song Reimagined: T.S. Eliot’s Prufrock Journey