...Considering him, now, I'm reminded of Hilary Mantel's take on Thomas Wyatt. Mantel writes through Thomas Cromwell's narrowed eyes but it reads like her own statement of love, her own billet doux to the writerly life:
He writes to warn and to chastise, and not to confess his need but to conceal it…
He is perfectly equipped as a courtier but he knows the small value of that.
He has studied the world without despising it.
He understands the world without rejecting it.
He has no illusions but he has hopes.
He does not sleepwalk through his life.
His eyes are open…