I hate brandy...it stinks of modern literature.
October 10, 1930: Harold Pinter's plays are so distinctive that they've spawned their own adjective. To say that something is Pinteresque suggests that it will be volatile, menacing, and strangely silent. Pinter, who was born in London 83 years ago today, thought that the coinage was absurd.
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