Mr. W. H.
James Lasdun, 5 February 2004
“... worst so mimetically maimed us as to make our – or anyway my – utter loathing for it a form of self-loathing . . . Fast-forward twenty-five years to my second exhibit: a campus in New England – old England on steroids; the hills pumped up into mountains, the little creosote potting sheds swollen to ark-sized dairy barns anchored on meadows big as ... ”