Lived through things that should have killed them, and kept notes.

What kind of man asks his colleagues to poke him awake if he stops breathing, and considers a perforated eardrum a social asset?

She rode on crusade, got hauled out of Antioch in the dead of night, was caught fleeing in men's clothes at fifty, ran England at sixty-seven — and then she designed her own tomb.

She fought a crocodile with a paddle, wore leeches like a fur collar, and insisted to her dying day that trousers were beneath her — so what, exactly, did the skirt save her from?

If you sealed your life story in an ancient jar, hid it with a chest of gold, and someone paid $48,000 for it six years ago — would you want to know why they never cracked the wax?

What kind of person enters a fencing tournament against an entire garrison while their brain is swelling inside their skull?

What do you find when you open a grave that belonged to a man who never stopped walking?

If he memorized 7,000 pieces but only 100 words, what exactly was he listening for?

What kind of woman eats cold oatmeal for lunch, sleeps with a revolver tied to her hand, and gets a personal visit from J.P. Morgan asking for financial advice?

He crossed every ocean alone and considered learning to swim entirely pointless.

He built a small closet, filled it with the vomit of the dying, and sat inside breathing deeply — all to prove yellow fever wasn't contagious.