He stepped up to address the packed, sweaty auditorium, face glistening in the merciless humidity.

“My steamed colleagues,” he said into the mic.

“Kill him!” rumbled a voice from the back, and two hundred men in neck ties, their heads ready to pop in the heat, began to nod and mumble as the speaker showed his teeth and began shifting from foot to foot.

You’ve got to be very careful what you say when the heat and humidity are unbearable.