We have all rightly been moved by the story of Nelson Mandela 's love,Michael Kors, in prison, of the Victorian WE Henley's poem Invictus: "I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul." It made a fitting title for Clint Eastwood's film about Mandela uniting post-apartheid South Africa as the Springboks became champions in the 1995 Rugby World Cup. It was surely no accident that Mandela's inspiration rose from that seemingly remote Victorian age. Victorians are really good on resilience, because they needed to have it. Henley had lost his leg to tuberculosis of the bone, and then lost a child to another form of the disease. He was revered by his time, not for his stoicism but for his resilience of heart and mind.