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Playwrights are like men who have been dining for a month in an Indian restaurant. After eating curry night after night,
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"Playwrights are like men who have been dining for a month in an Indian restaurant. After eating curry night after night, they deny the existence of asparagus"

- Peter Ustinov

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This quote by Peter Ustinov is a metaphor comparing playwrights to people who have been consuming curry night after night in an Indian dining establishment. Ustinov is suggesting that after an extended period of time, playwrights end up being so accustomed to the exact same type of composing that they become blind to other possibilities. In this case, the asparagus is a metaphor for other writing designs and categories that the playwrights might be ignoring. Ustinov is suggesting that playwrights must be open to checking out different writing styles and categories in order to create more interesting and distinct works. He is recommending that playwrights must not become so entrenched in one design of writing that they forget about the other possibilities that exist.

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Peter Ustinov This quote is written / told by Peter Ustinov between April 16, 1921 and March 28, 2004. He was a famous Actor from England. The author also have 34 other quotes.

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