Vrees en Afschuw in Berlijn

And that, I think, was the handle

—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil.

Not in any mean or military sense;

we didn’t need that.

Our energy would simply prevail.

There was no point in fighting —on our side or theirs.

We had all the momentum;

we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . .