An 18-year-old boy, if he's properly formed, is ruled by the cruise
missile in his pants. The taut heartstrings and the fanciful talk --
they're all just formalities to getting laid; and when a
drop-dead-gorgeous girl at once abets and staves you off, ax murderers
and priests are born. Luckily, I had the Roubidoux bouldering circuit
to vent my frustrations upon--probably the only thing that kept me
-- John Long, "A Fool and His Money"