I once interned in a law office on Long Island. The entire place looked like it had been not only built but furnished in the 19th century. Everything in the office - from desk and tables to bookshelves and a grandfather clock - was big and heavy and made of beautiful dark, polished wood, and most of the floors were covered in oriental rugs. Each employee had a good-sized private office with at least one large window. It was like working out of a mansion from a story book.