Knock three times and whisper low...

What a fine door, thought I, made by a craftsman schooled in the arcane mysteries of the compass and set square. Simple and unadorned, it is a thing of beauty yet eminently functional as both portal and guardian of the secrets that lie within. Bricks beautifully pointed, wood polished and a tooled letterbox that could snap at a postie's fingers quicker than you can say "Worshipful Master".

"I don't want to belong to any club that will accept me as a member.? - Groucho Marx (but wouldn't it be great if Karl had said it?).