September 2011
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Invictus by 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...
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The clicking of heels on a Friday night in Meatpacking; the movie-poster mayhem of the “Moustache Man”; those aggressively cheerful Times Square dudes who pull you aside to ask, “Do you like comedy?” It’s the little things that make living in New York (and visiting it, too) such a beautiful, frustrating, amusing experience. Every day, keeping an eye on all...
