Peter Conway: I can see that a tap for water is a great convenience, but something went out of the world when we stopped going to the communal well.
Peter Conway: It is the coming of a new age in which I have no place. The new truths are not my truths. I think I am the perennial dodo. I belong to a thing like Athens, a mother of a mode of life which shall renew the youth of the world. A thing like Nazareth. Change is a delusion. It is of new things that Men tire, of fashions and proposals and improvements. 'Tis the old things that are forever young. I have no place here. It is time to leave.