condensed, but uninterrupted.

Save the thinly-veiled domes at the end of grand European Avenues --- there are no machinations of beauty or despair which are hemmed or lengthened depending on the architect's eye, the rule - as it were, laying flat and level, is to construct the candidature of sight and function. A line here, rising, or perhaps a suspended jaunt, where does it go? where does it end?
Magic and majesty aren't always apropos!