I agree with both of you, which is unusual (for a married man), even though I think somebody misunderstood the context. But you're both right.
Besides, nobody understands the meaning of unforgiving until you marry a Scot. Trust me.
Hey, that reminds me. We toured the UK, and in this tiny Scottish town in the far north called Forres a very weird (but polite) man nearly went into convulsions over my Alembic. He was a bassist and had never actually seen one up close.
So I let him put it on (with an Alembic, for some people it's more like climb into it) and wang away to his heart's content. I was worried we were going to have to call an ambulance, he was so overwhelmed. He took pictures of it.
I gave him my address and we said we'd communicate, yeah yeah, sure. About two years later I get this from him, out of the blue:
That's my Alembic atop Heinz beans (confirmed by other Brits) and toast. I think it's supposed to be complimentary. That's how I'm taking it, anyway.