Chapter 16Michael would never forget the train journey he made to his home town of Bristol, after he had been sent down, back in September. It might not be so very far in actual miles from Oxford to Bristol, but that day Michael felt as though he had travelled an awful long way in terms of experience.
Doors that had been open to him only days before, while he had still been a student at Balliol, were, he now realized, well and truly closed. And what was more, they were likely to remain so for the rest of his life. It was hard for Michael to understand, as he gazed out of the window of the train at the green fields and the woods that went flashing by, that his life would never be the same again.
It's not as though I've actually lost something, Michael told himself, because I never quite h
