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 … Continue reading Farewell to Our Frequent Flier