A very young Ensign, in his first real contact with combat conditions, was in charge but was almost of no use as he began to hyper-ventilate and became more and more catatonic the closer they got to shore.

And yet, at other times, there is a mysterious indraft, which irresistibly draws a passing vessel among the isles, though not bound to them.

Blue-collar workers represent a diminishing segment of society.

... so that all he had to do was sit down and fall back on his elbows as he exploded and his consciousness disappeared into the mythic world of faunic orgasm: a huge bonfire exploded across his mind this time, sending off sparks,[…]