The Husband Character Analysis

This a very wild place — not civilized. Why you come here?

If she were taller, one of these strapping women dressed up to the nines, I might be afraid of her.

As for my confused impressions they will never be written. There are blanks in my mind that cannot be filled up.

I take up my pen after long thought and meditation but in the end the truth is better than a lie...you have been shamefully deceived by the Mason family...That girl she look you straight in the eye and talk sweet talk— and it’s lies she tell you. Lies.

These people are very vulnerable. How old was I when I learned to hide how I felt? A very small boy.

But I cannot go. He is my husband after all.

I was tired of these people. I disliked their laughter and their tears, their flattery and envy, conceit and deceit. And I hated the place. I hated the mountains and the hills, the rivers and the rain. I hated the sunsets of whatever colour, I hated its beauty and its magic and the secret I would never know. I hated its indifference and the cruelty which was part of its loveliness. Above all I hated her. For she belonged to the magic and loveliness.

This a very wild place — not civilized. Why you come here?

If she were taller, one of these strapping women dressed up to the nines, I might be afraid of her.

As for my confused impressions they will never be written. There are blanks in my mind that cannot be filled up.

I take up my pen after long thought and meditation but in the end the truth is better than a lie...you have been shamefully deceived by the Mason family...That girl she look you straight in the eye and talk sweet talk— and it’s lies she tell you. Lies.

These people are very vulnerable. How old was I when I learned to hide how I felt? A very small boy.

But I cannot go. He is my husband after all.

I was tired of these people. I disliked their laughter and their tears, their flattery and envy, conceit and deceit. And I hated the place. I hated the mountains and the hills, the rivers and the rain. I hated the sunsets of whatever colour, I hated its beauty and its magic and the secret I would never know. I hated its indifference and the cruelty which was part of its loveliness. Above all I hated her. For she belonged to the magic and loveliness.