ooked as though they’d just come from dark little rooms or even-even cupboards!” This tells me that Miss Brill sees herself differently than she sees others, not odd or funny. She is a part of all this life and activity at the park! An actor in the grand play and “somebody would have noticed if she hadn’t been there.” She really loved to be out with others and thought that she was very much a part of the world and not apart from it. Don’t we all feel this way? Some people are truly introverted and care little of interacting, but I think the majority of us strive to become part of the world and at times feel like this life is one big drama and we have a big part. Our role might only be important for one scene, but we feel like the leading man or woman at times. The narrator leads us to what appears to be a fitting climax; a crescendo of music and song, with all players involved. Miss Brill’s dreams of this were quickly shattered. The comments by the young people, “Why does she come here at all-who wants her? Why doesn’t she keep her silly mug at home?” leaves Miss Brill with the cold realization that she is in fact like the odd, old people that she watches in the park. She hurries home, not even stopping at the bakery, which was part of her usual Sunday ritual. She retreats to her “little dark room-her room like a cupboard”, as she had described earlier as where these odd folks probably lived. She was now faced with the grim fact that she wasn’t a grand player at all. She would not be missed if she didn’t show up. She really is one of those people on the bench watching the world go by. As she puts her fur away and the narrator tells us “when she put the lid on she thought she heard something crying”, I feel like life will never be the same for Miss Brill. The fur knows it might not be going out for a very long time. I’...
