“He had heard it said that some men are born for the sea, some for the mountains. And that they feel this destiny in their bones from the very beginning and fight their way toward their rightful places. All he had wanted was his own place, his own land, a chance to make his own living and be beholden to no one. . . .He felt strangled, . .like a man held down by weeds under water who suddenly breaks free and rises to the surface. He breathed in the air like life itself, sweeter than any food or drink he had ever tasted. He held his hands out into it; he would like to gather up a fistful of it, do more than breathe it.” DestinyBeholden To No OneOne S Own Place Book:South of the Angels Source: South of the Angels