-Can we see the president's cell? -Yes. Yes, of course.
Lord. Can you believe this?
Now. The number on the door. 46664...
...means he was the 466th prisoner to be interned here in 1964.
We've done it up just the way it was.
Come with me.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
l thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
l have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of fate
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 punishment the scroll,
l am the master of my fate:
l am the captain of my soul.