Iam at my house in the country, and it is late october. it rains. in the back of my house, there is a forest, and in front, there is a road and beyond that open fields. the country is one of low hills, flattening suddenly into plains. some twenty miles away, across the flat country, lies the huge city of chicago. yesterday morning, i arose at daybreak and went for a walk. there was a heavy fog, and i lost myself in it. i went down into the plains and returned to the hills, and everywhere the fog was as a wall before me. out of it, trees sprang suddenly, grotesquely, as in a city street late at night, people come suddenly out of the darkness into the circle of light under a street lamp. above, there was the light of day forcing itself slowly into the fog. the fog moved slowly. the tops of trees moved slowly. under the trees the fog was dense, purple. it was like smoke lying in the streets of a factory town. adapted from "brothers" by sherwood anderson how does the setting affect the narrator of the story? a. it makes the narrator feel far away from the city. b. it makes the narrator wish he was in the forest. c. it makes the narrator feel like he is in a city. d. it makes the narrator wish he was in the city.