Enough. I will see this through. Scipio is not Adeodatus—indeed, with not much shift and yaw in the flow of time, he might have been my lover and even the father of my son, for he studied here only a little later than I—and this is not my dream, prophetic or otherwise, from just before I was brought here. This is a problem, and if they are related, well: I shall reach the greater best by solving the lesser.