Early in the book, I remarked about the non-chalant way in which the gentlemen spoke of war, and I assumed that they’d just sort of accepted it as their duty that occasionally they must stand in the line of fire. That’s how I felt about Boris in this chapter as well.
This observation is probably based on my own late teens, when I had to get a job to support the family instead of pursuing higher education. I hated having to make that compromise, but if I didn’t, who would? What really worries me for Boris’s sake is that what I thought would be a one-year deferral soon turned into five. I hope Boris doesn’t make any life-altering decisions just for the sake of buoying his family’s fortunes.