Depth. As in the Aegean stables? That kind of depth?
Reminds me of a joke I heard.
A curmudgeon met his end and went to hell. At the gates he was met by the Devil Himself, who bore a remarkable resemblance to Alex Rodriguez. The Devil offered our curmudgeon the choice of three rooms in which to spend eternity. They proceeded to examine the first room. In that room everyone was walking around on their hands on broken glass and nails. No one seemed to be enjoying themselves much. In the second room the curmudgeon observed all of the denizens in a room full of thumbtacks and razor wire, and they were all on their hands too. The Devil then showed the unfortunate curmudgeon room #3. Here, all of the souls were walking around waste deep in horse s***-but at least they were able to walk around normally, on their feet-and there was a Sox game being televised on a wide screen TV for all to see (Wakefield was pitching, and the Sox were already behind 12, 266, 745, 806 to 0). It was an easy choice: the curmudgeon chose room #3. He entered and began discussing baseball with anyone who would listen. About 10 minutes later a loud gong was heard along with an public service announcement which said:
"OK everyone, coffee break is over. Everyone back on your hands"