For a moment I wonder whether I should tell him the rest; that for some reason I saw that young woman with her face half eaten away, that I saw her somehow blending into, consumed by the landscape, that she was down on the pier surrounded by a crowd of men behaving like crazened, ravenous dogs, that she might even have been one of the dead women on the beach, twisted amongst the fish.

[…] he provided himself with thieves' tackle and repaired to the house of the vizier in question, where he grappled a rope ladder with grappling irons to the battlements and climbed up to the roof of the palace .

good Powder differs from bad […]in having more Peter and less Coal; and lastly, in the well dusting of it

All this is to say, the franticity of young people may be more a series of efforts to grasp the reality of things than simply to rebel against the adult world, as is often suggested, or to indulge the self with pleasures as has also been thought to be the case.