The lightnings trembled And in thy Silence was his Sentence, And in his Soul a vain repentance, And evil dread so ill dissembled, That in his hand the lightnings trembled. Lord Byron, Prometheus idefiancesilence
In every skyscraper In every skyscraper there is someone going mad. Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities 21. Four-Story Limit architectureurbanismmadness