Charlie Rose spends an hour with Harold Pinter »
It breathes in the air. It cannot be seen, but it enters the room every time the door is opened.
Though you go to the uttermost parts of the earth, and hide yourself in the most obscure lodgings in the least popular of towns, one day there is a possibility that two men will appear. They will be looking for you, and you cannot get away. And someone will be looking for them too. There is terror everywhere.
Mr. Pinter, on the evidence of this work, possesses the most original, disturbing and arresting talent in theatrical London.
Sunday Times theater critic Harold Hobson writing of Pinter's first play, The Birthday Party, in 1958, shortly after the play closed following a brief run in London's West End. Hobson was cited in this morning's New York Times obituary for the playwright who passed away on Wednesday.
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