First, I should probably note that the past three strips made me look like I fell down and hit my head. The commentary for them was based upon the commentary in the original work itself, which was likewise insane. I guess you either got it or you didn't. I'll understand if you're in the latter group.
Back to business: T. S. Eliot's stirring poem about a large man and his two call girls who really like knees, grapes, and both knees and grapes at the same time.