The Danger of Reading (continued)

When my team member found out that I had had a bad day, I might have been reading Edward Bulwer-Lyton and said:

“I was forced to go home in a very ill humor, I assure you.”

And then I might have gone on to say:

"It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents—
except at occasional intervals,
when it was checked by a violent gust of wind
which swept up the streets, rattling along the housetops,
and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps
that struggled against the darkness."