In other countries, it's a common thing to have outcast children running around the streets in packs, and I don't think we're so far away from it here.
We're all running away. Some of us just don't get very far.
It isn't running away they're afraid of. We wouldn't get far. It's those other escapes, the ones you can open in yourself, given a cutting edge.
Away, you mouldy rogue, away!
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.
Hitting the ball was easy. Running around the bases was the tough part.