Moving on. Initially, the husband really annoyed me by his petty jealousies. He's the type of insecure person I really just want to tell, "You deserve all the emotional torment you're going through." I mean who climbs a tree while stalking their wives??
However, in the course of the story, when the husband started to, err, talk, or rather, expound on his meager parrot vocabulary, I found my sympathies gradually going out to him. When you see both sides of a picture, only then will you realize how much you've missed and how shortsighted you'd been. While his behavior was still out of line and irrational, I am more sympathetic towards him now. His feelings for his wife, were, in fact touching and I felt a bit sad that he never had the chance to tell her how he felt, and how much he loved her. (Yes, I am a sucker for those eloquent professions of love with that non-conventional Pablo Neruda feel)
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