But the quietness lasted too long. The new forces did not emerge.
The obsolete party did not mean to yield power. On the contrary, it
gripped the nation’s throat with a tenacity that was terrifying, for it
pertained to another realm than life. For the grip of a living man must
relax if he grows tired; it is only ghostly hands that, without term, can
continue to clench.
—Rebecca West, Black Lamb and Grey Falcon