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.

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.

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

(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—….)