"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
Just a walk through one gallery can take me half a day, and then I am totally exhausted from reading and thinking. At least very few people are yacking. It is the ceaseless blather that is so disheartening. And the insistence that this is where the soul of the nation was forged. What absolute tommy-rot.
Such devastation in that image! Very impressive.