His house, a handsome Victorian, stood on a low hill in the bedroom community of Bethesda, Maryland. With a pair of good binoculars he could make out, through any of the three dormer windows in his finished attic, the distinctive contours of the Capitol dome. It was one of the minor pleasures of owning this house in this town—at least it had been until last month, when an outsized interpretation of the Governor’s Mansion in Williamsburg, Virginia, flaunting four chimneys instead of the historically accurate two, fully materialized next door.

A version of this article appeared in the March 2004 issue of Harvard Business Review.