The Plays Of W E Henley And R L Stevenson
In a rare fit of editorial prerogative, I have added Henley’s poem “Invictus” as a prefatory note. . .Michael S. Hart INVICTUS 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....