As late as 15:30 this afternoon I was trying to persuade myself that there had been a miscount and Clinton would win by a narrow margin. Like the ending of some nail-biting thriller with too many plot twists. But I was guilty of wishful thinking. And of having ignored a friend in the USA who had forecast for me quite consistently that the forces of barbarism she has lived with for decades would triumph with this improbably vulgar, buffoonish candidate. That Trump was just the logical next step in the obliteration of American post-war civilization. That Americans were just balefully malicious enough to summon the demon.