Arguing that art projects fail to improve city living because they don’t provide housing to the poor is like arguing that poorhouses fail to improve city living because they don’t serve lobster chowder. A city is multifaceted, and each facet needs to be improved by its own methods in its own way. Determining the priority order in which those facets will be addressed is the key component of the argument, and can’t just be ignored.[li]
I thoroughly disagree, mon trognon! London is, and always has been, its royal house. The sprawling limbs of its palace, the intrigues of its court, and of course the Empress herself, whose influence is felt through her city even while she remains in mourning, ensconced deep within the city’s heart. It is by her will that we are safe underground, shielded from the merciless light of suns. It is by her will that the Masters of the Bazaar ply their trades and bring us strange riches from across the dark seas of the underworld and beyond. It is by her will that the wheels of government turn, that we live as we do. The people of London are her subjects, the blood in the city’s veins. Their work is both necessary and devotional. To improve their lives is an act of kindness and charity, and uplifts the city as a whole, but feeding their mundane physical needs is a shallow way of showing your affection. We need to give them something more profound, and this is something the Princess is more than happy to offer.