Delirious men rave on about anything.

They are what the dying man in the opening scene was raving about, velociraptors.

Throughout the vast battleship of space men raved briefly in delirium; but, the cause removed, recovery was rapid and complete.

The men who guard him rave about his work, which they often request to feature their names or faces.

The old man raved on, spraying fine beads of spit.

Beside the road a man in a blue coat was raging and raving like a madman.

Else kept his mouth shut, stared at the inquisitor like the man was raving in tongues, the way the al-Kobean dervishes did.

The man should be raving and shouting.

The insane man was raving against the police, firemen, computers and pizza, all of which he considered to be evil.

Service lay across the water where men raved in the red fever of destruction, service and inclination.