So that I don't forget.

Harold Pinter on Shakespeare.

“You are called upon to grapple with a perspective in which the horizon alternately collapses and re-forms behind you."

(As mentioned in John Lahr's article about Pinter, published in The New Yorker.)

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Tell me,
when you gave the Sardinian
your shirt in 1945,
your one shirt until 1946,
Did you know that you'd write?

And when you gave the Sardinian
your shirt, in 1945
did you know that when
I moved over those same
Soviet-soldered sleepers,
That I'd be writing too?