They were workaholics in their 20s — “office plankton,” as they are sometimes called here — punchy from an apocalypse-themed office party, some headed for winter vacations in Egypt and Turkey.

Even, if our sails like ribbons fly, / And the dead-lights long are in, / Hard up the helm! and keep good heart! / Till skies are bright again.

He had a go at the restaurant business and made a fairly decent fist of it.

Coordinate term: TOE