I was riveted by their confrontation and I often thought of it. What the hell was all that about, I wondered?
Much later I learned that when you don’t have much, you can take offense at much, because you can’t walk between the raindrops like the rich do. They can dust themselves off, but you’ll be marked for life.
You’ll be left behind to marinade in your lost chance, which you may hand on, like a phantom inheritance. Generations of the Irish were raised like this, and they died like this too.