Unreal City,
The capitalization of Unreal City makes it seem like a name.
In Baudelaire’s poem, the speaker sees seven old men who appear so similar that, instead of imagining each of them as a separate person with his own life, he turns them into repeated versions of the same frightening figure. Eliot does something similar when he looks at the workers crossing London Bridge and describes them as one anonymous, ghostlike crowd rather than as individual people, each going somewhere for a different reason. Because of this, “Unreal City” may criticize more than the emptiness of modern city life; it may also criticize the detached speaker who looks down at the crowd and decides that everyone within it is spiritually dead. The city becomes unreal partly because his own fear and alienation prevent him from seeing the humanity that is still there. This also makes Eliot’s quotation from Baudelaire“hypocrite reader, my likeness, my brother”more important, because Eliot implicates himself and the reader in the problem. Modern society may dehumanize people, but we also participate in that dehumanization whenever we look at a crowd and see only a faceless mass instead of hundreds of separate lives.