My “office,” which I share on Tuesdays with one of the administrative staff, is the tiny veranda off the reading room. The original tile is still on the floor, and the windows look out over the rear courtyard with its beautiful lime and chestnut trees and a beautiful view of the clouds passing overhead. I have my own table, and a shelf for books, and a view Freud and his family saw every day. Who could ask for more!?