All authors are inspired by something someone wrote before them. The first rule for a great novelist is to copy.
You follow in the tradition that you're handed.
It all begins with the soil, the vine, the grape. The smell of the vineyard. Like inhaling birth. It awakens some... ancestral... some... primordial... anyway, some deeply imprinted... and probably subconscious place in my soul.
[Burr]
Well, the word got around, they said,
«This kid is insane, man»
Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland.
«Get your education, don’t forget from whence you came,
And the world is gonna know your name.
What’s your name, man?»
[Hamilton]
Alexander Hamilton.
My name is Alexander Hamilton.
And there’s a million things I haven’t done,
But just you wait, just you wait...
[Hamilton]
I wanted to do what you did.
Graduate in two, then join the revolution.
He looked at me like I was stupid, I’m not stupid
So how’d you do it?
How’d you graduate so fast?
[Burr]
It was my parents’ dying wish
Before they passed
[Hamilton]
You’re an orphan. Of course! I’m an orphan
God, I wish there was a war!
Then we could prove that we’re worth more
Than anyone bargained for…