The duel had lasted less than six minutes. Enough, my adversary had said. Quite! the sun had melted the morning mist, and was now shining brilliantly. My one wound was beginning to make itself felt. My valiant adversary appeared to be bleeding from everywhere. There were three wounds in his arm, two in almost the same spot, and three in his chest. How I reached his body without hurting him seriously is a mystery, or a miracle, which I have never been able to explain. That evening, he and I drank champagne together. -- Aldo Nadis recollection of a duel (from the book On Fencing, 1943)
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