Invictus
by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Invictus
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Friday, July 15, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Untitled
We go through life worrying, always worrying, something.
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Friday, July 8, 2011
Charles Dickens, "Great Expectations" (Excerpt)
We spent as much money as we could and got as little for it as people could make up their minds to give us. We were always more or less miserable, and most of our acquaintance were in the same condition. There was a gay fiction among us that we were constantly enjoying ourselves, and a skeleton truth that we never did. To the best of my belief, our case was in the last aspect a rather common one.
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Charles Dickens, "Great Expectations" (Excerpt)
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Philip Larkin, "Days"
What are days for?
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Wednesday, July 6, 2011
US Space Program
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All of the Above
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