“... hair.Well, I saw the poising head,But the lips moved and nothing said;And when lights were in the hall,Silent moved the dancers all.So awhile I glowed, and thenFell on dusty days and men;Long I slumbered packed in straw,Long I none but dealers saw;Till before my silent eyeOne that sees came passing by.Now with an outlandish grace,To the sparkling fire I ...”

“... a more overtly political play.There may have been another play early on.A one-acter?Yes, possibly.Peter Dale told me you once produced a play at Oxford, a small piece by Harold Pinter.I had started another magazine at Oxford called Tomorrow. And for its fourth issue I’d written to Pinter. He had just become prominent then, but I’d learned about him ...”