Hannibal Lecter is one of many in the gallery of cinema villains and unrepentant opters for evil who remind us that the only place where they will be at home is Hell or the void.

He had walked the wilds of Imokoi before, he had pierced rakshas illusions, seenthrough the mist of demonic dwimmer-craft centuries ago.

His mouth would have been excommuned provender for ever

And so the little Rabbit was put into a sack with the old picture-books and a lot of rubbish, and carried out to the end of the garden behind the fowl-house.