Greg Mortenson

Bryce Courtenay: The Power of One
A favorite since encountering it in Borders, Auckland, New Zealand in 2004.

每当夜间疲倦,正想偷懒时,仰面在灯光中瞥见他黑瘦的面貌,似乎正要说出抑扬顿挫的话来,便使我忽又良心发现,而且增加勇气了,于是点上一枝烟,再继续写些为“正人君子”之流所深恶痛疾的文字。
- 鲁迅 《藤野先生》
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.
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.
- William Ernest Henley

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