The runners' names were all familiar to him from other days, but the first three on the card for the Cloister Handicap were woven into his short future in ways he couldn't have imagined. I picked up the pitchfork and for a while held them off, and threw it at one of them, and missed; and because one can convert pain into many other things so as not to feel it, I felt little except rage and fury and anger, and concentrated on those feelings to make them a shield.