‘Believe me, nothing except a battle lost can be half so melancholy as a battle won.’
I think this is how quite a few of us are feeling right now, we Brexiteers. We’re over the initial giddy disbelief, the euphoric rush of ‘My God, we actually did it!’ and heading towards the Wednesday Blues stage of our trip. Why, after all that agonising and hard work, does victory taste so bitter?
Well I know that in my case it has nothing to do with buyer’s remorse. I’m still very proud of what we achieved; prouder yet of the overwhelming outbreak of common sense I witnessed last week in so many of my fellow countrymen and -women. What bothers me is the evident misery and upset it has caused those — lots of my friends among them — who didn’t get their way and now feel like strangers in their own land.
The hurt runs deep.
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