This was a repetitive fantasy of mine in my teenage years. Did I mention that my teenage years were also bereft of dates?
Lounging around all day in a stone tower, wearing a fancy robe and crunching logarithms and predicting eclipses for an erudite, worthy ruler. Watching with glee as the rabble scurry around during said eclipse with fear-stricken faces; then hanging out at court and bantering with the likes of Gauss and Bach; flirting with the Princesses.
The current rep has lost the fancy garb, and with it, some of the appeal.
I think AR circa 1750 would have done the trick for me.
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Worthy ruler? Is there one alive today? I think we're only allowed one per hemisphere per generation.
Well, my fantasy involved 17th century time travel, so, no, not one alive today.
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