McCullers' take on the immorality in the class divide...the workers vs. the managers. Nicely contained in an extremely short story about the racing world. ( )

A short scene where a table full of horse-racing figures in a restaurant deal with a drunk pissed off jockey who used to ride for them. Every picked a fight just because you are in a pissy mood and want to get into it with someone, anyone? It’s not so much that you think the person deserves the fight, but goddammit it feels good and your antagonist did do something even if your reaction is out of proportion. Everything is raw, emotions magnified. The littlest thing serves as a pretext to get the release from a good drag-out argument. That’s this story.

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