“There was music from my neighbor’s house through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars. At high tide in the afternoon I watched his guests diving from the tower of his raft， or taking the sun on the hot sand of his beach while his two motor—boats slit the waters of the Sound， drawing aquaplanes over cataracts of foam. On week—ends his Rolls—Royce became an omnibus， bearing parties to and from the city between nine in the morning and long past midnight， while his station wagon scampered like a brisk yellow bug to meet all trains. And on Mondays eight servants， including an extra gardener， toiled all day with mops and scrubbing—brushes and hammers and garden—shears， repairing the ravages of the night before.” What do the “moths ” symbolize？