And he knew as well that he was a child compared to these various forces and he would not have the tenacity to reckon with them - not because he lacked courage, really, but because he hadn’t the certainty of his right. He didn’t know Hebrew and he didn’t really love Israel, eretzy’Israel, and although he loved the Jews and he loved Arielle and Talia, perhaps there were people more qualified to love them? And better informed? He just wasn’t quite sure, Sam was never quite sure, that he was doing as he ought.
“All the Sad Young Literary Men” - Keith Gessen