I just finished reading Harold Pinter's Nobel Prize in Literature acceptance speech from December 7th. I don't really want to intro this with my own muddled words because it's so captivatingly written. I assume this is why I do not have a Nobel Prize. You can read it here or visit the Nobel site and choose to read the speech in Swedish, French, and German or even watch the video. The quote under his profile on the site says "who in his plays uncovers the precipice under everyday prattle and forces entry into oppression's closed rooms". I'll leave you to it.
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