Today we were invited over to Michelangelo's house. The ceilings were very high and the walls were very yellow. No pictures.
Inside Michelangelo's house we learn about two relief carvings done while he was still a teenager. They are very good. They are Michelangelo.
And we are....?
We sipped and discussed. We laughed and left to find the answer.
Word from a mouth I trust told me all about sibyls and prophets during yesterday's wine course.
(excluding obvious gender designations):
I rather be a sibyl.
He rather be a prophet.
But who's ever been accused of being a false sibyl?