I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas
--From The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot
It's wrong to confuse an author with his or her works...but he has a dyspeptic look that seems perfect for a crab, does Eliot. Not to mention the poem being set in October, in keeping with its Autumnal mood. I'm going with literature-related t-shirts on Mondays for awhile. Next week, continuing with the nautical theme, I'll have the Ancient Mariner up.