"Yes, someone who looked like one." He wanted to say, no, you don't understand - it was him, but that would be reckless. Still, he had no doubt. It had absolutely been Famine.

Which, again, brought up the problem of how to explain it to - well, to anyone. 'Why, yes, I came across the anthropomorphic personification of one of the Four Horsepersons of the Apocalypse in a bar, and we chatted amiably about our surroundings. I had a lovely red wine.' That simply wouldn't do.