“They sit, large and awkward at the aluminium-framed tables and chairs, men and women, physically, whom you are for today trying to help to teach to take places in a society you do not believe in, in which their values already prevail rather than yours. Most will be wives and husbands, some will be whores and ponces: it’s all the same; any who think will be unhappy, all who don’t think will die.
Even the lavatory-gothic of the Union Chapel in Compton Terrace cannot make you smile on your way back home, nor the glimpse of Barry’s Holy Trinity in Cloudesley Square encourage you by a reminder that a good architect’s early work may be poor.”
B.S. Johnson, Albert Angelo.