How is it she hadn’t noticed the expression of the citizens, not the ones fluttering in and out of taxis, but the ones at bus stops, hopping like sparrows, shivering and peering anxiously for the next bus, and those descending wearily into the filthy bowels of the subway like the souls condemned to purgatory?
The comparison drawn in the lines expresses the Grandmother’s
A.
inability to accept the beauty of the city.
B.
contempt for the residents of the city.
C.
frustration with the inconvenience of city life.