"And Miss Brill's Eyes filled with tears and she looked smiling at all the other members of the company. Yes, we understand, we understand, she thought-though what they understood she didn't know." (Mansfield, 86)
When I read this part of the short story I became emotionally involved. I felt her lonliness, she imagined all of these people in the square as her friends and allies in the Sunday production of the park. Up to this point she was just a woman who liked to put on one of her favorite things and go and listen to music in the park.
If she wouldn't have shown such emotion when the two young lovers made fun of her and quietly wished she would go away, it wouldn't have been such a big deal. But they were betraying her, her friends. It made me like her a little more and feel disdain for insensitive people who only can see themselves as the stars of their own production.
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