She belonged to the younger, more reckless, more aggressive and self-assured generation; a generation that was marching to battle with much swagger, much sounding of drums and trumpets, a generation that had come after war to wage a new war on a hostile creation. […] they had as yet left no blood-stained foot-prints; they were hopeful as yet […] “We are as we are; what about it? We don’t care a damn, in fact we’re delighted!” And being what they were they must go to extremes, must quite often outdo men in their sinning; yet their sins were the sins of youth, the sins of defiance born of oppression.