I never felt totally 100% patriotically English... I'd seen a lot of the world by an early age - sort of spent a lot of time traveling around Lebanon and I'd seen Babylon and Damascus and all sorts of places in the Middle East by the time I was ten. Then we'd return to Ruslip in West London... Done a fair bit of traveling really.
With their souls of patent leather they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal where they breathe they impose silence of dark rubber and fear of fine sand.
What better model of a synthesis than a nocturnal dream? Dreams simplify don't they?
All architecture is great architecture after sunset perhaps architecture is really a nocturnal art like the art of fireworks.