"I sometimes wondered how many other people felt the oppression of this union between quietude and terror. I see blank well-ordered streets and men in black moving around inoffensively, sullenly. It goes on day after day, day after day, and nothing happens; but to me it is like a dream from which I might wake screaming. To me the straightness of our life is the straghtness of a tin cord stretched tight. Its stillness is terrible. It might snap with noise like thunder."-G.K. Chesterton