‘Do I dare eat a peach?’
Jul 13, 2022
3 minutes
Tom Parker Bowles
DO I dare eat a peach?’ asked J. Alfred Prufrock in his eponymous love song, T. S. Eliot’s paean to male anguish, awkwardness and indecision. Compared with his desire to wear ‘white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach’, biting into this golden orb, fecund and tremulous with juice, seems decidedly decadent.
For this is the most sensuous and self-indulgent of fruits, all luscious lines and concupiscent curves, its syllables as soft as its flesh—Venus and Marilyn, lust and lasciviousness, pure sybaritic excess. When it
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