Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers like the homesick refugees of a long war.
I think if you have a two-story office and you hire someone who's handicapped it might be reasonable to let him have an office on the first floor rather than the government saying you have to have a $100 000 elevator.
