Beside himself with rage, Michelangelo Buonarroti’s arms gesticulated wildly while curses flew from his mouth as he steamed through the streets of Rome.
‘Bastard by birth, bastard by nature!’ ‘Filthy pig-shitter!’ ‘Fat-kidneyed prick!’
Ever since he was a youth growing up in Florence, the name of Leonardo da Vinci was spoken in ways which indicated awe at the man’s talent. But not by Michelangelo, he had a mind to prove that he alone was the greatest of Florence’s artists.
‘Why in the name of God has that son of a w***e come to Rome? Jupiter’s c**k! I am the glory of Florence’ were the words he had spoken to several artists when they informed him Leonardo da Vinci had arrived in Rome.
Deep inside the Vatican, Pope Alexander VI was being helped into an ornate gold chasuble by two priest
