Frank Lloyd Wright - If you would see how interwoven it is in
the warp and woof of civilization ... go at night-fall to the
top of one of the down-town steel giants and you may see how in
the image of material man, at once his glory and his menace, is
this thing we call a city. There beneath you is the monster,
stretching acre upon acre into the far distance. High over head
hangs the stagnant pall of its fetid breath, reddened with light
from myriad eyes endlessly, everywhere blinking. Thousands of
acres of cellular tissue, the city’s flesh outspreads layer upon
layer, enmeshed by an intricate network of veins and arteries
radiating into the gloom, and in them, with muffled, persistent
roar, circulating as the blood circulates in your veins, is the
almost ceaseless beat of the activity to whose necessities it
all conforms. The poisonous waste is drawn from the system of
this gigantic creature by infinitely ramifying, thread-like
ducts, gathering at their sensitive terminals matter destructive
of its life, hur