No amount of manifest absurdity... could deter those who wanted to believe from believing.
What has happened to architecture since the second world war that the only passers-by who can contemplate it without pain are those equipped with a white stick and a dog?
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What this quote means
The quote critiques contemporary architecture, suggesting it is difficult for many to appreciate due to its unpleasantness.
Bernard Levin's quote reflects a deep concern about the state of architecture in the post-World War II era. He points out that modern buildings seem to evoke discomfort, implying that the only people who find solace in them are those who are visually impaired, thus commenting on the disconnect between architecture and its ability to evoke beauty or comfort in the general public. This critique raises questions about the aesthetic values and practicality of urban design in contemporary society.
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This quote would be impactful in a discussion about the evolution of modern architecture at a design conference.
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