Fighting for flats and reputation

As the good rooms seem to have been taken a long time ago, I had to find an other solution. Maybe I could move up to the top floor of Grove Island? Philip, the manager, just shook his head: "We are completely booked out." But couldn't I switch rooms with someone who has not arrived yet? I realised that there was a strict hierarchy: Newcomers start in "the dungeons" and have to fight up their ways to the top floors over years. So, originally, the idea probably was that you would spend your last year at college lying on the balcony of your top floor apartment in order to dry the dampness that has even reached your inner ear (and that through several types of earplugs!) in the past three years, and so that you would be clean and neat enough to be reintegrated into society. Grrrr. Help! What could I do? I tell you, it was destiny: Sweaty-Hand's books turned crinkly around the edges - so he complained. Who cares about his books?! What about ME turning crinkly around the edges?! Anybody care about that? Anyway, suddenly Phil revealed that there had been a cancellation.
To sum up: we moved, and both of us into different flats. "What a pity", Sweaty-Hand complained, but was I really sorry? It is torture to put literature students together in one flat, believe me. He was like "Have you read..?" and I "No, I.." and he "Have you read..?" and I "No, I'm very bad at contempor.." and he "Have you read..?" and I "NOOOOO, I HAVE NOT!"
He won 10 to 0 at least! Then, one night, we watched Henry VIII and when our dear old king was shown with a woman, my flat mate, just finishing his late night burger, said casually: "Let me guess, must be Anne Boleyn". That was it! MY chance! Now or never, I thought and said with an air of absolute coolness (so it was intended :-)): "Poor Wyatt". - "Hu?" my flat mate said. I knew it! "Poor Wyatt", I repeated, "must be very jealous". For all the ones among you who do not study English Literature: Sir Thomas Wyatt is said to have had an affair with Anne Boleyn and was nearly executed for it. "Hu?" Tataaaa! There was applause in my head.
So, now it was 10 to 1, and believe me, I was immensely proud of this one point.