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.
Its almost as if Prufrock wants to forget about the lost potential he may have had with his lover. He makes a rather large deal over his appearance and food choices, which in comparison to previous dilemmas faced in the poem, seem quite minuscule. Do we now venture back to Prufrock's past? Or are these mermaids a feature of the present? Is it mermaids? Or is it something of nature? This feels dangerously related to the "women in the room talking to Michelangelo" if you ask me.