Sly: The Rogue Decamps
is one thing.
(In his defense, for altruistic reasons.)
in a staged Visitation of the Virgin Mary
is a new level of unacceptable.
He’s not afraid to challenge the thinking of the time.
A cat can’t talk? Can’t read and write?
Can’t outthink ninety-nine percent of those who call themselves the Crown of Creation?
He’s a poet.
He pursues a beauty at the English court with his heart-felt sonnets.
He’s a patriot.
He teams with John Dee to obstruct an assassination attempt against Elizabeth I.
He’s a scholar.
He formulates his own theory of gravity seventy years before Newton.
If that right there doesn’t hook you . . .
well, what can I say?
We’re not on the same wavelength.
My wavelength is a ton of fun.