While it is the sheer physicality of Mr. Hurt's performance that impresses most he totters about the stage with the squeaky-shoed grace of the music-hall clowns that Beckett loved you will be no less stunned by the sound of his creaky, rusty voice, which suggests a hermit who never has occasion to speak a word aloud for months at a time.
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