Like Homer's famous Ithacan Cave of the Naiades, my office has two entrances: a northern door for regular mortals, and a sacred southern portal which only I can use. "Perpetual waters through the grotto glide" here also, but most people don't seem to notice this pleasant feature, not do they remark upon the "bowls and urns of workmanship divine." The piles and piles of paper in my in-box, however, for some reason are oft commented upon.