To the editor of THE EAGLE:

It is beyond my imagination that anyone in the Berkshires might welcome this hotel megalopolis that is unfolding before our eyes. Will it continue to unfold until the public in general rises up to say, "Enough!"?

Where are the Berkshire meadows of our youth, the open spaces between houses that give us a glimpse of our inspiring blue hills? Our secret nooks where in June we can round up the kids and pick wild strawberries all afternoon? The topaz monarch butterflies that brighten our moments until the frost arrives?

What pains the heart is that there is little outcry as we come to meet our catastrophic future.