I'm going to read to you a passage from a letter.

And if you've never heard this passage before or read it, then I bet you won't be able

to guess who wrote it.

Here's the passage.

On the coming of evening, I return to my house and enter my study.

And at the door, I take off the day's clothing covered with mud and dust and put on garments

regal and courtly and recloathed appropriately.

I enter the ancient courts of ancient men, where, received by them with affection, I feed

on that food which only is mine and which I was born for, where I am not ashamed to speak

with them and to ask them the reason for their actions and they and their kindness answer

me.

And for four hours of time, I do not feel boredom, I forget every trouble, I do not dread poverty,

I am not frightened by death.

Entirely, I give myself over to them.

That could almost be a manifesto for this show, man.

I'm telling you this, that is like the young heretics, motto or mantra, that little image

of putting on your regal clothes and going to the courts of ancient men and feeling no

boredom or fear.

That's us, that's what the show is about.

Who wrote it?

I'm going to give you some hints.

The author is living in exile, entered rural agrarian exile and he says that he's surrounded

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