This month Fortune magazine produced a retrospective on the cubicle (née the "Action Office.") Here's the lead:
Robert Oppenheimer agonized over building the A-bomb. Alfred Nobel got queasy about creating dynamite. Robert Propst invented nothing so destructive. Yet before he died in 2000, he lamented his unwitting contribution to what he called "monolithic insanity."
Abstract expressionism, on the other hand, deserves another look. I believe Jackson Pollock's last words were "My bad." The man had a point.