For sixty years she had prayed against remembering him and against losing her soul in the deep pit of hell, and now
the two things were mingled in one and the thought of him
was a smoky cloud from hell that moved and crept in her
head... Wounded vanity, Ellen, ... Don't let your wounded
vanity get the upper hand of you. Plenty of girls get jilted.
- "The Jilting of Granny Weatherall" by Katherine Anne
Porter
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought
in upon a platter,
I am no prophet - and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and
snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
-"The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," by T. S. Eliot.
Which best states the theme that is developed in both excerpts?