In Lebanon, all the young people, all the leftists, had dreamed of revolution, all the parties and groups competed as to who could use the words ‘revolutionary’ and ‘revolution’ the most. Revolution was de rigueur, even in dress and appearance: tousled hair, no tie, a carefully maintained layer of grime. Gilded youth and juvenile delinquents threw themselves wholeheartedly into the game. Poor old Marx and Lenin must have been reeling in their graves.