because there will soon be nothing more for them to do. We no longer have the money to erect historical souvenirs. At the same time, we have got to wash!
Our engineers provide for these things and they will be our builders.
Nevertheless there does exist this thing called architecture, an admirable thing, the loveliest of all. A product of happy peoples and a thing which in itself produces happy peoples.
The happy towns are those that have an architecture.
Architecture can be found in the telephone and in the Parthenon. How easily could it be at home in our houses! Houses make the street and the street makes the town and the town is a personality which takes to itself a soul, which can feel, suffer and wonder. How at home architecture could be in street and town!
The diagnosis is clear.
Our engineers produce architecture, for they employ a mathematical calculation which derives from natural law, and their works give us the feeling of harmony. The engineer therefore has his own aesthetic, for he must, in making his calculations, qualify some of the terms of his equation; and it is here that taste intervenes. Now, in handling a mathematical problem, a man is regarding it from a purely abstract point of view, and in such a state, his taste must follow a sure and certain path.
