 His future prospects were full of promise, but his circumstances at the time, like those of many college students today, were fraught with moral dangers. For Carthage was notorious for vice. Augustine recalls, to Carthage I came, and a frying pan of disgraceful loves sizzled round about me. My soul broke out into open sores, miserably longing to scratch itself against things of the senses. Still I found it sweet to love and to be loved, especially when I could enjoy the body of the one I loved. And so I polluted the springs of friendship with the filthy things I craved. I clouded its bright gleam with the hell of lust. Has any man ever been so eloquently honest and clear-sighted about the sins of his youth and their fearful consequences?