The same sort of thing happened in my dispute with the National Trust book: Follies: A National Trust Guide which implied that the only pleasure you can get from Folly architecture is by calling the architect mad and by laughing at the architecture.
Well probably I was fed up with concrete poetry. There was a lot of bad...
The architecture of our future is not only unfinished the scaffolding has...
If you told me when I was a teen that I would end up being a teacher I would have said you're out of your mind because quite frankly I hated school.