A minimally sufficient life in a place of real culture. This has been my aim when means were sufficient, and when they have been insufficient. Witness the Wittgensteinian camp bed, table and chair, with the addition of stacks of books. And a kitchen and WC, of course. (Dining in college not being an option.)
W never visited Oxford during the war. Enemy alien, perhaps. And, more dangerously, one who stood outside the world of appearances.