Arose out of the world of dreams to a kind of free-floating arena of intuition in which there entered a convincing and visceral understanding of why it was that Catholics and Jews might rightfully be petrified of, angered by, and hypnotically drawn to the world of the WASP -- the "white Anglo-Saxon Protestants" of which I am inescapably one.
It wasn't an intellectual revelation. It was gentle and visceral. Not terribly important (inescapable stuff seldom is), but it was convincing.
There was no inclination to defend or explain it. Intuition is like that -- whole, bright, and assured. It just floated in, lingered languidly ... and then it was time to pee.