By the way, Eiseley has been in my office several times and the trophies have never bothered her one whit. They are all tastefully done and, with the dark walnut wainscoting, paneling, bookcases, gun racks, and fireplace give the place quite an air of the well-bred and well-read gentleman. It's a pity I gave up smoking my pipes and don't have a dog to lie at my feet whilst I enjoy a rousing tome of Teddy Roosevelt's adventures in Africa, smoke a good shag tobacco, and enjoy a fine single malt or cognac while the snow gently falls outside.