"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and a bad smell, nor yet a dry, sandy hole with nothing in it: it was a hobbit- hole, and that means comfort. It had a round door like a porthole, painted green with a shiny yellow brass knob in the middle. Behind the door there was a hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke. On the floor there were carpets and chairs, and on the walls there were lots of pegs for hats and coats- the hobbit liked visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going into the side of the hill- The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it- and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another. Bedrooms, bathrooms, cellars, pantries, wardrobes, kitchens, dining- rooms, all were on the same floor. The best rooms were all on the left- hand side, because only they had windows, round windows looking over his garden and meadows, going down to the river. "- J. R. R. Tolkien