Like the high ceiling, though. Just fetched out the tape measure and determined that my remaining workspace is (approximately, and rounded down) a reasonably commodious nineteen feet wide by twenty-one feet deep, a little over four hundred square feet in total. That would be about thirty-eight square meters, for those of you who subscribe to the atheistic “metric” scheme of weights and measures. Of course, all that area doesn’t keep the place from being intolerably cluttered, since it has to accommodate books, equipment and supplies that in the palmier days of my political fortunes (and when the office was actually staffed and had a sort of budget) were strewn out across thrice the acreage. The first third was easier to lose than the second one. But stay!—I see rivulets of compassion starting from your eyes, and I cannot bear it when you weep.
cordially,
cordially,