I'm reminded of some of T.S. Eliot's lines in his "Prufrock" poem:
"...The muttering retreats...
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo...
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?"
But the one with the loudest echo is:
"Let us go, you and I..."
