And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all."
Prufrock consistently questions the worth of the situation. He just cant seem to find just cause to ask this tantalizing "question". Wether it would truly be worth it so experience "sunsets, sprinkled streets, novels, and teacups" with his lover. Prufrock may even be talking about the experience of life with his love. He expresses his frustration with how his personalities make the "question" a complexity. After all his analyzation, Prufrock seems to finally come to terms with the possibility that he may be able to truly express his "question". He asks himself wether it would be worthwhile, with the slim chance that he may be able to ask this "overwhelming question" successfully. However, unfortunately for Prufrock, he doesn't visualize that approach ending well either. He fears that will also result in rejection and misunderstanding. This Prufrock seems to be developing as a very pessimistic character if I do say so myself.