(a) Yeah, I think I was kind of hoping that somebody had done some fanart and that I could make it my desktop and stare at it every once and a while and pretend it was the cover to my unfinished novel (The Chambers of the Sea).

(b) I know what you mean about wanting to escape, rather than wallow in, Prufrock--there are times when I get a little too obsessed with it, where I'm like, "This poem is about me, man!" Not good. But in another way it's kind of reassuring, because although Eliot created a character, I'm sure he was feeling some of the things that construct was feeling--and he was T.S. Eliot! Here's another example of that, which I sometimes read as an antidote to Prufrock:

Sonnet VII
by John Milton

How soon hath time the subtle thief of youth,
Stol’n on his wing my three and twentieth year!
My hasting days fly on with full career,
But my late spring no bud or blossom sheweth.
Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth,
That I to manhood am arrived too near,
And inward ripeness doth much less appear,
That some more timely-happy spirits endueth.
Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow,
It shall be still in strictest measure even,
To that same lot, however mean or high,
Toward which time leads me, and the will of heaven;
All is, if I have grace to use it so,
As ever in my great task-master’s eye.

I'm a weird person that I go to Milton for cheering up.

Thanks for the other Eliot links--I'll check 'em out!