Taking the title from Hadrian's farewell to his soul was meant to suggest the quality of a soul freed from its anchor and wandering in vast and not especially friendly realms. The soul has to make its own way, again, after the hospitality of the Emperor's life has expired. Its trajectory is random in relation to any of the worlds it finds itself in. This is a different notion of soul, or self, to the Biblical, or Dantean, one to which we are accustomed where the experiences and affections of the life lived, its core loyalties and determining decisions are summarised and fixed in it at death. The Adriatic soul, to whom the condition of thrownness properly applies, may learn something from each sojourn in a life, but whatever this is it is mostly orthogonal to the defining verities of the life itself, whose terms of reference are, mutatis mutandis, comprehensively sublunar. Nonetheless, it has its own reminders, its fleeting summonings, its inexplicable epiphanies.