His father had struck him before last night but never before had he paused afterward to explain why; it was as if the blow and the following calm, outrageous voice still rang, repercussed, divulging nothing to him save the terrible handicap of being young, the light weight of his few years, just heavy enough to prevent his soaring free of the world as if seemed to be ordered but not heavy enough to keep footed solid in it, to resist it and try to change the course of its events.
-Barn Burning
By Faulkner
I liked the passage. Woot.
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