This is my response to an essay by Joseph Atwill in which he applies his ‘Shakespeare’s Secret Messiah’ theory to The Tempest.
Several of Mr Atwill’s followers have bleated at me that I can’t possibly judge the theory without reading the whole 300-page book. Since Shakespeare’s Secret Messiah mirrors the theory developed in Caesar’s Messiah, The Roman Conspiracy to Invent Jesus, I would have to read that too. Oh, and I’d better read John Hudson’s book about the Dark Lady as well, because Atwill imports his arguments wholesale to compensate for his woeful ignorance of the writer and the period.
Only then would I be qualified to have an opinion.
So, if I ate a little bit of faeces and spat it out, retching, they’d chorus, ‘You haven’t eaten the whole turd! How can you possibly know it’s shit?’
Please check out my effort to identify this substance. See how it smells to you.