They stripped the place to its structure and the walls took the weight and the hands returned to the work and the material was set, and nothing remained that did not serve and nothing was added that did not endure, and this new era stands on order and labor and truth.

They built without excess and without pretense, and every surface carried its own reason and every line its own burden, and whatever was raised was shaped by patience and precision and a silent accord between the hand and the material, and whatever endured, endured out of necessity, and the space stood finished not as a promise but as a fact.