Rewarded by Agee

I tried to read a passage from "LET US NOW PRAISE FAMOUS MEN" at lunch yesterday.
Epic fail.
The words passed by in a brisk parade or a stampede. I couldn't find any meaning in the writing of JAMES AGEE.
Reviewers say this epic book, with its radical construction and Agee's poetic prose, often requires extra effort from the reader. Reading "Let Us Now Praise Famous Men" takes effort, they say, but the intellectual exercise is worth it.
Buoyed by those reviews, I tried the passage again when we returned home last night.
Agee suddenly made perfect sense: He was explaining what it means to be human.
"Here then he is, or here is she: here is this tender and helpless human life: subjected to its immediacy and to all the enlarged dread of its future: out of a line, weight and burthen of sorrow and poison of fatigue whereof its blood is stained and beneath which it lifts up its little trembling body into standing, wearing upon its shoulders the weight of all the spreaded generations of its dead: surrounded already, with further pressures, impingements: the sorrow, weariness, and nescience of its parents in their closures above and round it."
I have struggled with this book at times, but my pursuit -- often dogged -- has been rewarded time and again.