With love to sara, who will doubtless brain me.

[commodorified]

Whatever may be said in favour of the Victorians, it is pretty generally admitted that few of them were to be trusted within reach of a trowel and a pile of bricks.
Summer Moonshine (1938)

(WRT the architecture-commissioning classes of that and earlier eras I myself have speculated more than once that topiary is *the* unmistakable sign of a people much afflicted with spiritual inbreeding, alcoholism and tertiary syphillis, sometimes all at once, but this does not exclude the possibility of Gothic Revival being in the same symptom cluster... )

Via some fabulous person on my friendslist (curse this reading on the phone; no good will come of it), the
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[auriaephiala]

What I love about Victorian architecture -- aside from the sturdiness of its fundamentals, as has been mentioned -- is its gorgeous use of wrought iron/steel and of glass. In particular, I love Victorian train stations, which have never been bettered.

In general, I think, Victorian public buildings were well-designed, whereas the interiors of their homes were ghastly.