When he is drawn out of himself at Mantua and sings for a time to please men, he finds that the public do not understand him, and flies back to his solitude, back to his own soul.

And Mantua, and love, and adventure all die within him.

"I have all humanity," he says, "within myself--why then should I seek humanity ?" This is the way the age's passion for individuality shows itself in him.

Other men put it into love, war, or adventure.

He does not; he puts it into the lonely building-up of his own soul.