There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning...

And that, I think, was the handle — that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply PREVAIL. There was no point in fighting — on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave...

So now, only a few years later, you can go up on a steep hill in the countryside and look in any direction, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high water mark — that place where the wave finally broke, and rolled back.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4980516&forum_id=2phpsessid=49d358651c#43571505)