Personality is like a charioteer with two headstrong horses, each wanting to go in different directions.
I won't say another word about the beauties of the city and its situation, which have been described and praised often. As they say here, " Vedi Napoli e poi muori! See Naples and die !" One can't blame the Neapolitan for never wanting to leave his city, nor its poets singing its praises in lofty hyperboles: it would be wonderful even if a few more Vesuviuses were to rise in the neighbourhood.
The lazy are always wanting to do something.