The revolution has not come for Donald Trump – yet. That day does have an air of increasing inevitability, spurred on by reports that this administration, bogged down by endless and wholly preventable scandal, is careering out of his control. It also has the tidy logic of Greek myths: man creates revolution; revolution destroys man.

But the story of the year since Trump won the election, the anniversary of which falls this week, bears little resemblance to those myths, with their heroic figures and neat story arcs. This is a story of paralysis, of small men in an era which casts about for great ones. Where we will end up is, at this point, not entirely clear.

It is also a story of genuine revolution, of people rising up and saying “enough – anything, and anyone, would be better than this”. Some have posited that if Trump’s administration fails to deliver on what it has promised, those people will recede back into middle America and disengage with the political process again and everything will return to normal. I disagree: now that they have realised that they can wield fire, they are unlikely to give it back to the gods.