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ONE evening during Easter Week 1916, the 10-year-old Samuel Beckett and his older brother were taken by their father Bill to a Foxrock hill, where neighbours had gathered to view the dramatic scenes in the city below.
Sam apparently remembered all his life the men laughing at the folly of the rebel insurgency; he was so troubled by what he saw that he “spoke of it with fear and horror more than 60 years later”.