And you don’t think they’ll want me to go out to the Pink Horse and have drinks?” “The Pink Horse?” “Well, the Pale Horse. Pubs, I mean. I’m so bad in pubs. I can just drink beer at a pinch, but it makes me terribly gurgly.” “Just what do you mean by the Pale Horse?” “There’s a pub called that down there, isn’t there? Or perhaps I do mean the Pink Horse? Or perhaps that’s somewhere else. I may have just imagined it. I do imagine quite a lot of things.”
