The Iceman .cometh

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About Me

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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.

Drifter: Thursday, November 09, 2006

Cattle


"They left behind them the splendors of the public rooms and plunged into laybrinthine corridors in the upper rear of the building, passing scores of tiny offices divided by prefabricated partitions in which the BOSS batallions labored under the humming air-conditioning units. Very few people raised their heads as the three of them passed.

'Cattle.' Bonny nudged Daniel. 'How can they stand life in this abbatoir of the spirit?'"

- shamelessly lifted from Elephant Song by Wilbur Smith