If I had been writing this 500 years ago in England, before the ink was dry I would have found myself incarcerated in the Tower; next stop, the gallows, or worse. There‟s little fear of that today, I‟m relieved to say, but even so, because of what I write here, I suspect that I‟ll find a certain measure of hostility coming my way. After all, I am having the effrontery to touch the untouchable, to question the unquestionable. |