Tell me who I am

I haven't posted in a while, but I was reading a book that I will have to read again to like. It is in this way, I know I liked the book, but I'm not even ready to say why or really what part, or how the book spoke to me, or whispered to me.  I finished Faulkner's The Unvanquished.

I am now reading, A Death in the Family by James Agee.  I have already shed tears, and I have not reached the sadness the book promises. I did however, find a really great sentence in the prologue. It is one of those great sentences that is haunting and smiling all at once, a sentence that causes all other sentences embarrassment. 

"Sleep, soft smiling, draws me unto her: and those receive me, who quietly treat me, as one familiar and well-beloved in that home: but will not, oh, will not, not now, not ever; but will not ever tell me who I am."