Miss Brill is a dear old lady who has quite an obsession with her fur coat. Only on Sundays does she ever take the coat out of its box and wear it. Her fur coat makes her feel very special for some reason, and she even gave it a name, "Little Rogue". Every Sunday Miss Brill goes out to the park to listen to the band. She sits in the same exact bench every time, which is referred to as her "special" seat. The main reasoning for doing this is to engage in conversation, yet Miss Brill almost never speaks to anyone herself. What she does do and do well is listen in on other people's conversation. Then Miss Brill considers herself to be a part of the conversation, and mentally interjects her statements into them. In deep contrast to Miss Brill's thoughts she seems to be lost in her own little world without the slightest idea about it.
             The first sign that Miss Brill thinks she is involved with some one else's conversation is when she imposes her thoughts: "'They'll always keep sliding down my noise!' Miss Brill wanted to shake her."(4). Miss Brill finds the woman's refusal of any fabricated spectacles to suite her needs preposterous. She feels that she can shake her, but she does not act on this motive. Later on in the story Miss Brill comes to an outstanding conclusion that they were not only the audience, they were also acting as well: "Miss Brill discovered what it was that made it so exciting. They were all on stage."(9). Miss Brill is fascinated with the way every Sunday goes on in the park. She goes on to embellish the situation in the park into something totally different in her mind than what is actually perceived. She is convinced that somebody would miss her if she did not attend the "performance". Surely someone would notice if she was not there, but they would never have given it a second thought. If she were to not go ever again after th...