The dining table deserves its own section. No other piece of furniture in our lives is so freighted, so weighted with associations. It, or its homely counterpart the kitchen table: an open place, an agora, around which we play out our lives, play Monopoly. Wake your brother. Do your homework. Emulate Fezziwig, furnishing forth. Put in all the leaves. They are built to serve generations; I like to think that children who sit at these tables will seat their own children at them someday.