as they stood by the car waiting , waldron , the afternoon guttering , sped up the narrative as if this was the last chance hed ever get to say the rush of things suddenly on his mind , this was what stella was fighting for ; not against the notion that people needed homes , not just exercising some personal nimby reaction , but expounding the belief that this was a bad design , a bad estate ; and that a new spirit of social collective goodwill may indeed illuminate such a place , and let those living there be the first ever generation not plagued by the old social ills , but the odds were always going to be against it ; and that this was no ones fault , not a failure of hope or skill , just the realistic understanding of one not caught up in the spirit of her times .