We have learned to be citizens of the world, members of the human community. It was all in the other quarter that, after a lull, the grossness broke out. I mixed with fine decent fellows. A monk! His own image started forth a profaner of the cloister, a heretic franciscan, willing and willing not to serve, spinning like Gherardino da Borgo San Donnino, a lithe web of sophistry and whispering in her ear.