“Eleanor Rigby” tells the story of Eleanor and Father McKenzie. They meet in the end: Eleanor is dead and Father McKenzie has the duty to bury her. Her face is still in a jar by the door, that is, she wore a smile for the public to see so that no one can see her grieve when alone. After my divorce, I felt alone. The line “Ah, look at all the lonely people” still makes me wistful. I am now at peace. And hopefully so is Eleanor.
All the lonely people. Where do they all belong? Where do they all come from?
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