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?

The cure for mixed metaphors, I have always found, is for the patient to be obliged to draw a picture of the result.

Ask a man which way he is going to vote, and he will probably tell you. Ask him, however, why, and vagueness is all.

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?

The Stag at Bay with the mentality of a fox at large.

Once, when a British Prime Minister sneezed, men half a world away would blow their noses. Now when a British Prime Minister sneezes nobody else will even say 'Bless You'.