“Let me recall to your mind that man of ours seated at his table: he has just got up and walked through his rooms. He listens to the language spoken by the objects around him, his companions, the witnesses to his aspirations. Arranged in his home like a beautiful thought, they speak to him as he moves about. The furniture, the walls, the openings to the outside, this cozy den of his where minutes, hours, days, and years of a lifetime unfold, all speak to him.”
from
The Poem of the Right Angle
by LeCorbusier
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Reprinted in
LeCorbusier in Detail by Flora Samuel