The fall of a president.

"Nobody even talks about substitutes or something almost exactly the same. The mould disappeared about three minutes after they made that evil bastard... and although there was never any doubt about who stole it, nobody had any proof.../... But the war is over now and he lost... Gone but not forgotten, missed but not mourned; we will not see another one like him for quite a while. He was dishonest to a fault, the truth was not in him, and if it can be said that he resembled any other living animal in this world, it could only have been the hyena.../... His face was a greasy death mask. I stepped back out of his way and nodded hello but he didn't seem to recognize me. I lit a cigarette and watched him climb the steps to the door of the helicopter... then he spun around very suddenly and threw his arms straight up in the famous twin-victory signal; his eyes were still glazed, but he seemed to be looking over the heads of the crowd at the White House. The helicopter went straight up and hovered for a moment then swooped down towards the Washington Monument and then angled up into the fog. Richard Nixon was gone." (HST, The Great Shark Hunt, 1979).