Some thirty inches from my nose The frontier of my Person goes, And all the untilled air between Is private pagus or demesne. Stranger, unless with bedroom eyes I beckon you to fraternize, Beware of rudely crossing it: I have no gun, but I can spit.

-Auden,W(ystan) H(ugh)
  'Prologue:  The Birth of  Architecture', postscript.