It all began with my lust for Patrick Stewart.
Many of my interests originate there. Star Trek: The Next Generation led me to Patrick Stewart, but if I hadn’t loved him so much, would I have been as maniacal a Trekkie? The world will never know. Then came the X-Men films, at a time when my knowledge of that canon was limited purely to the 1990s Saturday-morning cartoon, with which I was content. (That cartoon is in fact totally rad, but I digress.) After watching Stewart’s Professor X, I turned into a person who scoured comic-book shops until I had a nearly complete early Claremont run. My curiosity about stagecraft became sharpened after seeing Stewart as Macbeth on Broadway and the ingenious staging tricks used to make the witches appear truly spectral. For all the enjoyment I’ve derived from these things, I must thank him.
But no favor this man did me comes close to the fact that he led me to I, Claudius.
