Archie Rice: Let me know where you're working tomorrow night and I'll come and see you. - John Osborne

Archie Rice: I'm dead behind these eyes. I'm dead, just like the whole inert, shoddy lot out there. It doesn't matter because I don't feel a thing, and neither do they.

This is a letter of hate. It is for you my countrymen, I mean those men of my country who have defiled it. The men with manic fingers leading the sightless, feeble, betrayed body of my country to its death.

Asking a working writer what he thinks about critics is like asking a lamppost what it feels about dogs.