"Pinter
did what Auden said a poet should do. He cleaned the gutters of
the English language, so that it ever afterwards flowed more easily
and more cleanly. We can also say that over his work and over
his person hovers a sort of leonine, predatory spirit which is
all the more powerful for being held under in a rigid discipline
of form, or in a black suit...The essence of his singular appeal
is that you sit down to every play he writes in certain expectation
of the unexpected. In sum, this tribute from one writer to another:
you never know what the hell's coming next."
David Hare in Harold Pinter:A Celebration Faber
and Faber 2000 p 21
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