But his restless spirit would not suffer him to linger in those regions where olive and orange and palm flourish almost more luxuriantly than in his native Nola.

The gust of travel was upon him.

A new philosophy occupied his brain, vertiginously big with incoherent births of modern thought.

What Carlyle called 'the fire in the belly' burned and irritated his young blood.

Unsettled, cast adrift from convent moorings, attainted for heresy, out of sympathy with resurgent Catholicism, he became a Vagus Quidam--a wandering student, like the Goliardi of the Middle Ages.