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 a pair of vixens
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of Divas
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
- William Ernest Henley, Invictus, adapted
Well, okay, I winced. And cried aloud. And begged. And pleaded.
It was great.