"The walls were lined with bookcases filled with leather-bound volumes in a hundred colors and a dozen languages. The floor was a plush velour carpet which hid my ankles, and so soft it made you want to lie down with your best girl. Almost felt alive. Centering the left wall was a fireplace you could cook a car in, and right was dominated by a Belgian tapestry large enough to hide almost anything.
Over by the far wall, bracketed by a pair of balcony windows, was a massive slab of mahogany pretending to be a desk..."
From Full Moonster by Nick Pollotta