By: Peggy Nelson

Anatomy of Norbiton by Toby Ferris: Outro

By: Toby Ferris

The business of memory is mostly to forget.

By: Toby Ferris

A city is not a microscope, nor are its citizens microbes.

By: Toby Ferris

The world, we can philosophically conclude, is everything that is a mess.

By: Toby Ferris

There is a ball, yes there is a ball; but there is, above all else, an occult disposition.

By: Toby Ferris

Restless bewilderment, it seems, is our only recourse, our only liberty.

By: Toby Ferris

The Geography of Hell is well known.

By: Toby Ferris

Clarke proposes that we play a parlour game, which he calls Smash that Image!

By: Toby Ferris

My book was called The Roots of Ornament, but I see now that it should have been called The Rootlessness of Ornament.

By: Toby Ferris

We are discussing fortification. More precisely, I am discussing fortification.

By: Toby Ferris

There is, if we are honest, a chorographical drift in all of us.

By: Toby Ferris

The five of us might suddenly be adrift in a lifeboat, having just cast lots to see who eats whom.

By: Toby Ferris

In time, the animating principle of the city will be expressed in an evolved monstrosity…

By: Toby Ferris

…it is a system, let us allow, that is closer to love than we generally care to acknowledge.

By: Toby Ferris

Under certain conditions — in a garden, in the Ideal City, in a garden of the Ideal City — objects of knowledge achieve weightlessness.