Without demurring at all from the execration rightly being heaped on the head of Harold Pinter, and on the heads of the Nobel Committee dimwits who gave him their silly Literature prize, I note that the movie of Pinter’s early play THE CARETAKER was **the** cult movie of my college years. We had entire conversations that consisted of nothing but swapping favorite lines from the movie. One much-loved exchange, concerning a bucket used to catch water dripping through a leaking
MAC: What do you do when the bucket’s full?
ASTON (after long pause): Empty it.
Well, you had to be there.