It's not that I'm a Prufrocky person, but there's a good reason why Eliot's lines always assert themselves when I'm faced with a particularly luscious example of a peach, like this one (which was delicious, you'll be glad to hear). Sometime in the early 1980s, when I was teaching on the Open University summer school in English - held at York University - I was standing in the lunch line in the cafeteria when one of my more pretentious male colleagues struck something of a pose in front of the fruit on offer.
PMC: " 'Do I dare to eat a peach?'"
West Yorkshire woman, behind serving counter: "oooh yes, dear, I think you can. They're quite ripe, you know."
It was a good moment.