It's 1912, and it's a rolling, rumbling time in London, England.

Sure, if you read the newspapers, it seems like tensions among Europe's leaders are reaching

a fever pitch that may or may not lead to a massive global conflict in a couple of years,

but how can you worry on a night like this?

The big smoke suddenly buzzing with electricity, culture, nicolodians and cars, it's buzzing

with vitality.

Speaking of vitality, a wealthy American man sits alone in the study of his lavish London

home, doing the thing he's always doing.

Working out.

It's what he's built his fortune on.

No, not just his fortune, his life.

At a time before anyone else was doing it, this brilliant, dedicated man became one of

the world's first fitness gurus, and it's made him millions, raised him up from dirt

pour humble beginnings to the upper crust of the upper crust.

His study is lined with photos of him with titans of industry, celebrities, world leaders,

even the president of the United States, but that success doesn't come without a price.

His wife, Mary, amaciated, stumbles into his study with their newborn daughter, Bernice.

Bernice is sick, deathly ill, in fact.

Mary begs for permission to call the doctors, but our millionaire fitness guru doesn't believe

in doctors.

In fact, he doesn't believe in much of anything in the way of medicine or science.

He's developed his own system for people to stay healthy, one that involves starvation,

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