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.”

 

— T. S. Eliot, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”