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Thomas Jefferson – Male, forties. Tall, handsome, mild-mannered, graceful. A soft Southern accent. Aloof yet engaged. Humorless yet good-humored. Even-tempered yet iron-willed. A visionary with blind spots. A political pro who thought himself above politics. A reason-worshipping son of the Enlightenment who was not immune to the prejudices of his day. He was, at once, Sherlock Holmes, Ashley Wilkes and Spock.
Charles Dickens – Male, forties. Compact, vibrant. Original ambition was to be an actor. Later, after establishing himself as a writer, he became a performer. Indeed, his life was a performance. He was a spurting, spewing volcano, a bursting supernova, a Big Bang, bow-wow man-child who was as eccentric as any of his characters. He was, at once, Cyrano de Bergerac, Émile Zola and Oscar Jaffe.
Count Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy – Male, forties. Both soldier and saint, high birth gave him a God-like panorama. A complex curmudgeon (of equal parts self-confidence, self-doubt, and self-loathing) who dreamed of a simple, peaceful world where all would obey him. He was, at once, Marcel Proust, J.D. Salinger and Yosemite Sam.
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