Once I could speak joyfully about beautiful things, thinking to be understood;--now I cannot any more; for it seems to me that no one regards them. Wherever I look or travel in England or abroad, I see that men, wherever they can reach, destroy all beauty. They seem to have no other desire or hope but to have large houses and to be able to move fast. Every perfect and lovely spot which they can touch, they defile.
--John Ruskin, Modern Painters, V (1860)
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