It is, as you said Ryan, glorious. Love the Buck Rogers art deco pedestals/feet. If I have one quibble, it would come from my practical side: there is no lip on the bottom edge. I couldn't function without that.
Quick related story: in the early 60's, the hospital in my hometown was torn down, and a new one built on the same premises. The old one was small, all brick and stucco and green gabled slate roofs, from the days when nurses (including my mother) still wore white uniforms and hats. My dad snagged some slate, brick, and one of the tables from the Operating Room, which - as you may have guessed - he fashioned into a drafting table for his basement shop. It was radical, heavy as sin, and something to behold. Everything was iron, but the feet were covered with sculpted porcelain, smooth, white and curvaceous, matching the handles on the cranks, which turned a series of flywheel gears of different sizes and orientations inside the apparatus for adjusting the height and slope. It was marvelous.
