Into the Labyrinth

The walls are always changing, always moving. Nothing stays constant and it is all a mess. One wall jumps to a different section, leaving this gaping hole, making the way home impossible.
It's dizzying, it's maddening, it's unrelenting. Each corner taken leads to a mystery place, and everything is RACING. So quick, so wicked, so Hateful! Gasping for breath, begging for a stopping point, anywhere to stop and regain your bearings.
It's all so manic, it's all so endless, and when the end is found pain is the only reward.
(Sally and Readers)

Labyrinth could describe Holden's rant with Sally. His mind is rushing, is racing and everything spills out of him in those bursts of words and half-baked thoughts. "Well, I hate it. Boy, do I hate it" I said "But it isn't just that. It's everything. I hate living in New York and all. Taxicabs, and Madison Avenue buses, with the drivers and all always yelling at you to get out the rear door, and being introduced to phony guys..." And this madness continues. This spilling of thoughts. But it shows what he hates so much! It starts to reveal the why. In the next few chapters, where this rant continues you discover that technology and these strict regiments in society are the things destroying him. He's sick of school, sick of all the "phonies", sick of the cars and movies and yelling. If he did go on to college everything would change, he'd have plans he'd be prepared for things, yet he'd be stuck to these ideas of old times of old ways. He'd have to provide for everything, he would be more cautious and everything would change.
Holden doesn't stay consistent, and he is so hateful and manic. It is almost sickening to read, but all these bouts of frantic thoughts and actions...let us see his struggles, what he's fighting against. I hope that it has all made sense...