At least when one speaks of oneself one is passionate, well-informed and specific.

The two men were greedily hunched over the table, like two wolves disputing a carcass, but their muttered speech in the echoing hall resembled more the grunting of pigs. One was less than a wolf: he was a public prosecutor. The other was more than a pig, he was a chief commissioner of police.

I know that no reader ever asks a question. A writer must force his favors upon his readers.