I don’t like your living for kicks, baby...

Loot

Hal

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I don’t like your living for kicks, baby. Put these neurotic ideas out of your mind and concentrate on the problems of everyday life. We must get the corpse buried before tonight. Be in a tricky position else. And another stretch will be death to my ambitions. I put my not getting on in life down to them persistently sending me to Borstal. I might go permanently bent if this falls through. It’s not a pleasant prospect, is it?

Joe Orton, Loot, Orton: The Complete Plays, Methuen, 1983, p.210

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