In reality she is lonely and the world that she lives in does not see old lonely woman as an attractive companion. She images that she is a great actress and dresses herself in fur, most likely a fox head stole which is draped around the neck. Oh, how sweet it was to see them snap at her again from the red eiderdown! Miss Brill's love to listen to strangers' conversations shows that she is lonely and doesn't have anyone real to converse with. The old people sat on the bench, still as statues. In response, Miss Brill makes the decision not to stop by the bakery she usually visits as part of her Sunday in the park ritual. For Miss Brill, these two attractive lovers take on the roles in her imagined fiction of the hero and the heroine. Miss Brill is a quiet person who believes herself to be important.
It makes her happy and she always looks forward to enjoying the small pleasures in life. Her attention switches to others in the park, the children, a beggar, all who she describes as looking strange. The actual dialogue of the actors do not jibe with her own narrative, however. Our perspective of the scene is different from Miss Brill's, but her enthusiasm is contagious and we are led to expect something momentous when the two-star players appear. She arrives at the park and takes her usual special seat while enjoying the occasional band playing in the background. They were only waiting for their cue. Neither Miss Brill nor Zoe are able to build any kind of meaningful relationships with their students or peers.
Are the other characters without illusions? It was nice to feel it again. She is joined by a young couple who she marks as the stars of her production. Zoe, on the other hand, is well aware of how she is viewed and copes with her isolation in a very confrontational way. Something that becomes clearer to the reader as they continue to read the story. She enjoyed the way its sad eyes looked up at her and how soft the fur was. Toward the end of the story, the façade brought on by Miss.
The fantasy is over and the truth must now sink in. The band seemed to sense her mood and played more softly. Her classroom behavior is an important illustration of the way she uses humor to cope with her detachment. Miss Brill didn't know whether to admire that or not! Her first paid writing work was for Native Companion Australia. Miss Brill is also slightly self-conceited.
The boy and the girl look wealthy and in love, but are in the middle of an argument. Because of that stupid old thing at the end there? More importantly, she is a dramatist, actively countering sadness and self-pity, and this evokes our sympathy, even our admiration. Yes, she really felt like that about it. So Miss Brill has no role to play after all. The reader sees several sides of her nature.
She too is old and may possibly have seen better days. At first, Miss grill views herself as a vital part of the play. Miss Brill appears to be too innocent and isolated from life to even comprehend human nastiness. An old man dressed in velvet coat, his hands clasped over a huge carved walking stick, and an old woman knitting on her embroidered apron. Taken from her The Garden Party and Other Stories collection the story is narrated in the third person by an unnamed narrator and after first reading the story the reader realises that Mansfield may be exploring the theme of paralysis.
She believes herself to be so key to this imaginary production, that her absence would quickly be noticed. For although the band played all the year round on Sundays, out of season it was never the same. And he'd been so patient. Wasn't the conductor wearing a new coat, too? They were all on the stage. He didn't seem to care about the conversation the young lady made with him. She reminisced about the Sunday that had gone by and how an Englishman and his wife had shared her special space.
She merely watches others and listens to their conversations. By refusing to accept the role of a lonely woman, she is an actress. And now an ermine toque and a gentleman in grey met just in front of her. She believes that she herself also plays a role in this play, an important role that would be missed were she not there to play it. She had taken it out of its box that afternoon, shaken out the moth-powder, given it a good brush, and rubbed the life back into the dim little eyes. There were a number of people out this afternoon, far more than last Sunday. She is marked as an outsider.
She eavesdrops on people in the park and comes to believe that she has a place in their lives B. Eventually the woman left and an old man appeared bobbing his head to the music. An Englishman and his wife, he wearing a dreadful Panama hat and she button boots. In reality, Miss Brill is a part of nothing. These revelations prompt Miss Brill to abandon her distorted reality no matter how painful the transaction. She spent the last days of her life in Georges Gurdjieff's Institute for the Harmonious Development of Man in Fontainebleau, France, for her treatment for extrapulmonary tuberculosis, she spent her days writing constantly.