Genuine [economic] Value Lies In

The City Is A Fact In Nature, Like A Cave, A Run Of Mackerel Or An Ant-heap. But It Is Also A Conscious Work Of Art, And It Holds Within Its Communal Framework Many Simpler And More Personal Forms Of Art. Mind Takes Form In The City; And In Turn, Urban Forms Condition Mind.

The Physical Lot Of Surviving Workers Had Notably Improved, With Unemployment Insurance, Social Security, And The New Health Services, While Their Children's School Education Was Assured By The Government-operated Schools: In Addition, They Had, For Intellectual Or Emotional Stimulus And Diversion, The Radio And The Television. But The Work Itself Was No Longer As Various, As Interesting, Or As Sustaining To The Personality.

A Multitude Of Uniform, Unidentifiable Houses, Lined Up Inflexibly, At Uniform Distances, On Uniform Roads, In A Treeless Communal Waste, Inhabited By People Of The Same Class, The Same Income, The Same Age Group, Witnessing The Same Television Performances, Eating The Same Tasteless Prefabricated Foods, From The Same Freezers, Conforming In Every Outward And Inward Respect To The Common Mold.

Neither Democracy Nor Effective Representation Is Possible Until Each Participant In The Group...devotes A Measurable Part Of His Life To Furthering Its Existence.

Without Leisure There Can Be Neither Art Nor Science Nor Fine Conversation, Nor Any Ceremonious Performance Of The Offices Of Love And Friendship.