Prufrock

I try to read "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" at lest once a year.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.


This line always reminds me of a long extended emergency blow by a submarine in a trouble. I haven't any idea why but for the mermaids singing, each to each.