The wide topics of study due to the will to follow instinct is eye opening. This is especially true for taking place in Kansas at the time and away from bit city, as the topics contain multiple religions, liberating music, and telepathy.

The repetition of "Moloch!" is unescapable as societies greed might be.

The three old shrews of fate follow money, religion, and intellect?

The ending of the poem seems to reveal a double consciousness.

   THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD points out that "dead" perhaps should not newly be taking on that title.

   Lives being lived carry something unnatural, even their shadows are evidence. In death we all become dust and the claim to "show fear in a handful of dust" is the residue of a zombified life; one not lived naturally. The degrees of unnatural life vary and hide, “And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you”.

 These zombies reproduce, and the question as to what has become of Stetson’s corpse he has planted is a catalyst to the idea of The Wasteland. The hypocrite lecturer seems to be the reader, part of this Wasteland, though to what degree? The dog is man’s friend though he’ll dig a zombie out, naturally, unknowing of harm. To keep the dog away would be applying the vitality water brings to the poem, and lives of The Wasteland. 

  You, reading, gave the hyacinths the false everything, the nothing, and heart of light. You, reader, become responsible here, or else slip into the nonliving. The Wasteland is nurtured with water, and the death of Phlebas the Phoenician cleansed, as he is able to forget his troubles when passing on. Zombies are a product of The Wasteland completely here. 

Zero attention to self.

This obligation is rooted in societies ideology, I feel radical acts and thinking must be present in the Negro artist. This day to day routine of father is no example of expression, only imitation, or slight infiltration at best.

Here, can't help but think, who is that white man I have breakfast with every morning?

Left wondering what is felt toward this obligation?

What is appealing about this freshness, or readiness to be used?

This make me think of a subculture, though really is half our race.

This seems like a huge analogy to the wallpaper being the ruling world surrounding her and noticing her place in those patterns, or society.

This chapter is example after example of the path African Americans are presented with in America and Du Bois really makes a point by simply saying you can trust these folk, they're experienced.

This is really amazing to read. While growth is not recognized here, what is recorded stands true Du Bois' feelings of falsehood. He is not going up their ladder, but he can recognize both worlds.

-sounds relatable

This statement falls in analogy with the disconnect being built in our complete natural selves. Adams is layering the disconnection in movements throughout this piece Art and beauty weren't pursued, as sex was all was just a step. Eventually the move out of art is made as, as mentioned prior.

As michaelam wrote that there is no 100% certainty in who/what the monster is, I agree. The second stanza definitely opened the questioning of who. "Out of the grey hills," read like this whole stanza could be an equation people are plugged into. The need for bones to sharpen and muscles to stretch are results of heavy physical work.