The faculty are very understanding. They’ve seen it all before: it’s 1977, and they teach philosophy. They don’t criticise, or delve, or suggest counselling (there isn’t any), but just say ‘oh dear, well never mind then,’ in slightly more elevated language and tell me that I can simply resit the exam at the start of the next year and carry on regardless. So I am excused to stay on for the summer and hold the share house we have lucked into, while the others are doing those summer things, to prepare for this resit, which I already know will never happen.