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Harold Pinter

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Praise the Lord for all good things.
We blew their balls into shards of dust,
Into shards of f**king dust.
We did it.
Now I want you to come over here and kiss me on the mouth.
--
From "American Football" (1991), quoted on 329 of Michael Billington's official authorized biography, Harold Pinter, rev. ed. of The Life and Work of Harold Pinter (1996; Faber and Faber, 2007).

 
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