Oh my God, I totally forgot to comment on the Elliot-ness. It's funny, because in my Mod. Poetry class we were discussing the Wasteland today and the women who "come and go, speaking of Michelangelo." The Love Song of Alfred J. Prufrock is definitely my favorite though, yes. It's so sweet of you to remember that.
In my life drawing class, we actually talked about the Mona Lisa. Did you know that someone broke into the museum and rubbed paint thinner on her coat, and they found color underneath? That's why it's in a top-notch glass thing way high up now where it can hardly be seen.
And again, that last line rocked. I wish I could capture it's strange irony into the rectangle of a bumper-sticker and have it follow me around wherever I go.

(P.S, she does have a Mona Lisa smile. Suck on that, Julia Roberts)