Length
3 hours and 12 minutes
Words per minute
129.12
Word count
24,877
Sentence count
1,406
Harmful content
Misogyny
36
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Toxicity
674
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Hate speech
217
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I m a hussar, I m a hun, a wretched Englishman, routing upon a part at Waterloo, a Cossack on the run, a horse soldier, timeless through and through, I m with Custer, scalped that little bighorn by the sword, and the tears and devastation of a once proud warrior nation. And yet I rode the Percheron against the circling Sarason, and yet I was riding with them too. And I drank mare s blood on a run, when I rode with the great czar, on the frozen Mongol steppe while at his height, and I was a white guard, I was the czar s own palace horse guard, when Romanov was murdered in the night, And I knew Saladin, and rode his swift Arabians, harassing doomed crusaders on their heavy drafts. And yet... I was with him that stood when Mayor Thorpe, she cried as her four horsemen died, gunned down in scarlet coldest blood. And no matter defeat or victory in battle, I may see a swelling in our ranks. Well, I knew my days were numbered, went oer the trenches lumbered, more modern machinations de la guerre, where the final rearguard action I retreat, and no match for rapid fire, or the steelbirds of the sky. Reluctant, I retire and take my lead.
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