The Danger of Reading (continued)

We didn’t go anywhere special for vacation, just stayed at home. I like to read, but if I heard a noise while reading Edgar Allen Poe, I might say:

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door --
Only this, and nothing more."