Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.

For me sleep was difficult that night. My bed was lumpy with anger and my pillow a rock of intemperate umbrage.

Grief works its way on people differently. Some sulk, or become morose, or weep and scream a vengeance at the gods.

To be angry is very good. It burns out things and leaves nutrients in the soil. You should always be ready to be angry at injustice and cruelty.