Praise the Lord for all good things. We blew their balls into shards of dust, Into shards of fucking dust. We did it. Now I want you to come over her… - Harold Pinter

„Кад се погледамо у огледало, мислимо да
је слика коју видимо верна. Али, померимо ли се само милиметар, слика се мења. Ми, заправо, гледамо
бескрајне одразе. Али писац понекад мора да разбије огледало, јер с друге стране тог огледала истина нам
зури право у лице.

I hate brandy...it stinks of modern literature.

What sound was that?

I turn away, into the shaking room.
What was that sound that came in on the dark?
What is this maze of light it leaves us in?
What is this stance we take,
To turn away and then turn back?
What did we hear?

It was the breath we took when we first met.

Listen. It is here.