The Mood

Howard Jacobson wrote this about Brexit Britain, but it feels familiar to me:

No one is in charge. No one says what he means. No one knows what’s going to happen or why things have happened as they have. Jeering has taken the place of debate. The mood is ugly.

And then this, on the way the British electorate keeps changing its mind, and keeps telling pollsters that it wants incompatible things:

We are sick with fear and fastened to a dying animal. The dying animal is not the European Union. It is this misbegotten “will of the people.”