Late Pinter
I once eavesdropped on a man saying the closest he'd actually come to hitting a woman was during a read through of Old Times, when his student frustration at his then girlfriend's seeming inability to add anything like emotion or understanding to the role of Anna (while Hugh, his then best friend, read Kate) caused him to leave the room, after throwing down the text, and wander along the short, narrow corridor until he smiled, recalling Robert Newton, Long John Silver when he was a boy - and naturally he had no idea then he'd outlive Newton by at least three years, at the current count.
—NC Tate
