Sunday, February 11, 2007


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.

Just a poem for your longing hearts and souls, dear readers! I will update my blog tomorrow, for sure.

Just had a busy week packed with paperwork and clinic duty - not to mention with calming down Danby.

Stay tuned!


Dr. Gregory House said...

You had to calm him down?

Dr. James Wilson said...

Of course, he was a bit nervous at first.


Dr. Gregory House said...

For how long did he think it was really Ebola?