During a recent visit to America in the first week of March, I was rummaging, as is my wont, through my hostess’ bookshelves. And, I spotted Graham Greene’s The Quiet American. Re-reading this 1955 classic in a very voluble and cantankerous Donald Trump’s America makes an unsettling experience and invites a thought that perhaps as president, in his second term, he has finally moved the US from its institutionalised hypocrisy of the last seven decades.