" At night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods for myunconquerable soul. In the clutch of circumstance I have not shaken nor cried aloud. Under the growing Lake My head is bloody, beyond this place of wrath and tears is woven anything except the honor of a shadow, and as the menace of the years find me unafraid. No matter how narrow the door, or charged with punishments is the bar, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. " William E. Henley.
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