But for that matter, the Creole husband is never jealous; with him the gangrene passion is one which has become dwarfed by disuse.
It is impossible to tell how many absurdities are due to this retrospective jealousy... we know nothing of the follies due to the covert rivalry that urges men to copy the type they have set themselves…
Jealousy makes you feel you're the only person suffering in the entire world, the only person suffering like this, like having a red-hot knife-blade lodged in your side, the side where your heart used to be.