"I used to be a cop."
"They kick you out for stealin’?" She laughed, showing a few gold teeth. "Takin’ bribes?"
I shook my head. “Shooting kids,” I said.
She laughed louder. “No way, ” she said. “They don’t kick you out for that. They give you a promotion, make you the chief.”
—Lawrence Block, WHEN THE SACRED GIN MILL CLOSES (Kindle ed.,1986), 265, loc. 2522. (via mattfractionblog)
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, Invictus (via observando)
JAMES K. POLK
11th President of the United States (1845-1849)
Full Name: James Knox Polk
Born: November 2, 1795, near Pineville, Mecklenburg County, North Carolina
Political Party: Democratic
State Represented: Tennessee
Term: March 4, 1845-March 4, 1849
Age at Inauguration: 49 years, 122…