Aaaaahh… So… The Half Guinea finally signs his name to a frame. That precious commodity for any publication of a byline. The Guinea’s John Hancock writ large.
Well… yes, yes, yes… that’s all I’ve been asking for.
Yes… yes, indeed… for that’s what we’ve wanted all along.
Except – what’s it with the Guinea identifying his mortal, albeit 2,000-year-old, ass as the author of a piece he’s not in, but refusing to admit authorship of pieces in which he is not only in, but is very much a central figure? And how do I know? I just do, and so let’s leave it at that. It’s not for no reason I detectively write these anonymous running commentaries with just about every story, whether their intrinsic critical value is appreciated or not. For history will show.
Some kind of guileful Ancient Roman Guinea game? Or what do we have here? Huh, Guinea?
Can you even answer the question? Guinea? Because while I may not be completely on to you yet, you can bet your bottom denarius I sure as hell will be.
And do you have anything to say to that, Guinea?
I want to be free!!!