
I’m almost sure it was Dickens who wrote, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; the season of WhatsApped mourning and the season of twittered calls for vengeance; the spring of nationalist unity and the winter of silenced doubts.”

I’m almost sure it was Dickens who wrote, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; the season of WhatsApped mourning and the season of twittered calls for vengeance; the spring of nationalist unity and the winter of silenced doubts.”