As an American, I struggle to view London as modern.
The Great Fire destroyed squalor, then rebuilt the narrow, winding streets.
Newton, from his deep religion, cleared the path of science. Freud and Marx used science to exalt the randomness that sets the struggle of belief and denial. Darwin, removed the active God from the mind, and sleeps in the national cathedral.
The voices of history: clearly are not politely disagreeing. Their argument thrives.
History throbs antithesis. I can't live here but celebrate this tension and coexistence.