An Old Man and his adolescent son stand before a ruined old house, behind which stands only one bare tree. The boy complains of long wandering carrying a heavy pack while having to listen to his father’s talk. Ignoring the complaints, the Old Man instructs the boy to study the house, which once was the scene of camaraderie, storytelling, and jokes. He is now the only living person with such memories. Although the boy scoffs at these reminiscences as pointless, the Old Man continues with his moonlit reverie about the cloud-shadowed house. He had visited the site one year earlier when the tree was as bare as it is now. Fifty years earlier, before lightning had struck it, he had seen the tree at the height of its beauty, ennobled with luxuriantly green leaves just as the house had been luxurious with intellectual life.
At the Old Man’s direction, the boy sets down his pack and stands in the ruined doorway, squinting to see the person the Old Man says is still inside. He sees no one. The floors, windows, and roof are gone; the only recognizable object is an eggshell that a jackdaw had dropped. Unbelievable to the boy is the Old Man’s insistence that souls in Purgatory return regularly to reenact their still troubling former transgressions. Since they are dead, insists the Old Man, the souls can understand the consequences of their failings. Those who had been made to suffer from the soul’s earthly actions might eventually offer forgiveness, but those whose transgressions were self-inflicted must render their own forgiveness or rely on God’s mercy.
Disgusted, the boy tells the Old Man to tell his fantastic story to the jackdaws if he must but to leave him alone. Forcefully, the father commands his angry son to sit on a stone; the house belongs to the boy’s grandmother and is where the Old Man was born. Caught by this revelation, the boy sits and listens to the Old Man’s tale.
The Old Man’s mother owned more than the house; her property extended as far as one could see. Kennels and stables had housed prize animals; one of her horses raced at Curragh, a nearby racetrack. There, she had met and quickly married a lowly groom; after this, her mother had never spoken to her again. The Old Man shares his grandmother’s condemnation of his mother’s impulsive passion. The boy disagrees, for the groom, his grandfather, had won both the woman and the wealth. Seeming not to hear the boy, the Old Man repeats his description of his mother’s hasty mistake, that she had merely looked at the groom, then married him, but that she had never known her bridegroom’s true character, for she died soon after in giving birth to her son, the Old...
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