THEIR EVERY MOVEMENT (ANIMAL UNHAPPINESS)

She had her hands clenched together in violent prayer, and her husband held her around shaking shoulders because she was racked by sobs as disturbing as the animal unhappiness of a retarded child. [...] They were big, broad people and their exit out the crowed pew, their entrance into the aisle - where they stood out, so alone - their every movement was neither easy nor graceful.
(John Irving | A Prayer For Owen Meany)