The narrator’s bitterness towards everyone strikes me as well. I find myself wondering where all of this jealousy comes from. We see it several times throughout the story. “Her officer—why should he have a name? he was the childhood sweetheart, and what more does he want?—came home from somewhere, found her, and called the ambulance.” His thoughts on the officer for example, what more does he want, sound bitter and jealous almost; jealous of what? His marriage to the woman? The fact that he didn’t have her heart first? Does he feel that the officer wasn’t good enough for her? Is he just a generally hateful person? It is much deeper than that, “My wife finally took her eyes off the blind man looked at me. I had the feeling she didn’t like what she saw.” It appears to stem from a place of insecurity in himself and how others see him.
Our narrator doesn’t want to meet the blind man at first, maybe due to the fact that he doesn’t know how to act around him. We see him struggle with what to talk about. He thinks of asking him what side of the train he sat on because the views are different but then doesn’t talk about the