When the girl finally spoke to him, they talked of the bazaar, in which she could not attend. He offered he would bring her something, realizing this was his chance to gain her love. Impatiently and anxiously he tossed in bed through the night and watched the clock for the arrival of his uncle the following evening of the bazaar. When he arrived at the bazaar, everything was closing down, and as the halls became dark, he realized it was a sign that his relationship with Mangan’s sister was only an infatuation that would not prosper just as much as the bazaar did not prosper. He stated, “I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.”
I feel saddened for the young boy because he didn’t have a happy love story. He was defeated by the reality of the bazaar and the reality that gifts buy love. He was so caught up in buying the girl a present that he did not realize he could have done or said other things to impress her.
This story describes what most young people feel at the first sight of love. He stated in the story, “my heart leaped” and “my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.” I can confidently state that most of us have felt that way about someone whether it was a pop band, actor, teacher, friend, or classmate. When we are young, we over-exaggerate our anguish and longing for particular people.