He was a Xavier boy, and he’s lodged in my memory of my first experience of Australia’s great class divide

He was a Xavier boy. His cheeks fairly shone with promise and purpose. 

I had been to his school once. As a school debater I remember being driven up the sweeping driveway to the domed mansion of the main hall and thinking it looked just like the manor in Brideshead Revisited.

He even looked a…