Every man born of woman has a past mighty as mine.

Very few men born of women have been fortunate enough to suffer years of solitary and strait-jacketing.

That was my good fortune.

I was enabled to remember once again, and to remember, among other things, the time when I sat astride a horse and beheld the lepers healed.
My name was Ragnar Lodbrog.

I was in truth a large man.