‘I detest a modern well-advertised building estate ... a man must be perpetually struggling .... to preserve his individuality in such a settlement ... it may be warmed up by thorough occupation; perambulators may be seen in its bare new squares; broughams may stand by the side of its bright level kerbstones; but the demon of sameness, in my eyes, would always be brooding over it ... I should die of a surfeit of stucco ... There can be little pleasure in contemplating cold stucco porticoes of a mongrel Greek type’