Midnight Court: the Lyceum's walking wounded

MY GOD, it's like dawn on the second day of the Somme. Lying prostrate everywhere are twisted bodies, obviously beyond the ministrations of medicine. The walking wounded stagger blindly about, soon to collapse in a heap with their comrades. Others, obviously unhinged by the carnage, are stripped to the waist, lurching and leaping, each in his own private world of crazed delusions.