The guy just wanted someone to talk to. Someone safe he could talk about his ideas to. Even his priest who brought his case to the Inquisition was like "he's really harmless and a little odd but we all like him, he's a good guy." What I'd give to go back in time, sit down with some cheese and bread, and let him talk my ear off (in this fantasy I can understand early modern Italian I guess).
I wonder how different early modern Italian is? Like I can't speak Italian anyway but early modern English I can understand for the most part even if I have to stretch my brain from time to time.
This has been random morning musings with Rosemary. Carry on.