My Cambridge Union was a low, ill-ventilated, ill-lit apartment at the back of the Red Lion Inn, cavernous, tavernous—something between a commercial room and a district branch meeting-house.

(Although the conditions are rather different, the generosity of the offer certainly pales by comparison with the Eurailpass now available to tourists from North and South America at $125 (£44 13s.), which allows two months' unlimited first class travel throughout the railway systems of thirteen countries—….)

Caliban: As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a sorcerer that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island.

The decor is minimal but luxurious, each room features plastered walls and floor-to-ceiling windows fitted with slatted wooden shutters, making the space extremely ’grammable.