Don’t be too sure though. You’ve forgotten something. Look at me. I… move my leg. That’s all it is. But I wear… underwear… which moves with me… it… c… - Harold Pinter

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Don’t be too sure though. You’ve forgotten something. Look at me. I… move my leg. That’s all it is. But I wear… underwear… which moves with me… it… captures your attention. Perhaps you misinterpret. The action is simple. It’s a leg… moving. My lips move. Why don’t you restrict… your observations to that? Perhaps the fact that they move is more significant… than the words which come through them. You must bear that… possibility… in mind.

I was born quite near here.

Then… six years ago, I went to America. It’s all rock. And sand. It stretches… so far… everywhere you look. And there’s lots of insects there. And there’s lots of insects there.

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About Harold Pinter

Harold Pinter (10 October 1930 – 24 December 2008) was a British playwright, actor and theatre director. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 2005.

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I think we communicate only too well, in our silence, in what is unsaid, and that what takes place is a continual evasion, desperate rearguard attempts to keep ourselves to ourselves. Communication is too alarming. To enter into someone else's life is too frightening. To disclose to others the poverty within us is too fearsome a possibility.

The past is what you remember, imagine you remember, convince yourself you remember, or pretend you remember.

We have heard many times that tired, grimy phrase: 'Failure of communication...' and this phrase has been fixed to my work quite consistently. I believe the contrary. I think that we communicate only too well, in our silence, in what is unsaid, and that what takes place is a continual evasion, desperate rear-guard attempts to keep ourselves to ourselves. Communication is too alarming. To enter into someone else's life is too frightening. To disclose the poverty within us is too fearsome a possibility. (15)

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