There is space enough for one in here. Space enough for an oriental rug. And a fireplace. There’s a secret password. And I’m the only one who knows it. I would appreciate it if you didn’t put your pamphlets in the knocker. And for that matter don’t knock at all. I don’t want you in here unless you’ve got like a cool prehistoric bug collection or something. In that case I would be willing to consider granting you entry. But you have to take your shoes off. I don’t want to muff up the rug.