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Youth explores the role of belief and delusion in romantic love, and also in the creative act. In what appears to be an interview, but might be a confession, an old man, Henry, recalls a pivotal gathering of five friends of which he was then the youngest: a sought-after model and an aspiring artist.
This party has been organised by his older lover, Clarissa Luewin, a famous artist, at her house in the Blue Mountains above Sydney. It is the late 1930s, and the day has been chosen so the guests can observe the rare appearance of a famous comet later in the evening. While they wait for this, Clarissa, for personal reasons, proposes each in turn tell a story from their youth, that feel encapsulates what ‘youth’ means for them.
The stories turn into self-revelations, which as they unfold, highlight and augment existing tensions within the group—particularly the rivalry between Henry and Clarissa’s former lover, Bert, an alcoholic and disappointed communist, who has returned from overseas to claim her back.
Matters reach a head between these two and at this point of unresolved tension, just prior to the blaze of the comet, Clarissa tells the culminating tale, her long bitter fantasy of lost dreams and faith, an explanation for her ensuing shedding of Henry for Bert, and a veiled apologia for her imminent suicide.
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Male | 40s | 3 to 5 minutes
Starts on page 3
EXTRACT: So, all of you here just try and imagine this: you're a fish, immersed in your natural element, your home, swimming blindly and happily in total obedience to a power and knowledge greater than yourself. What is that knowledge? Instinct? To the fish it is a kind of God. So there you are, in blind obedience to your, God, heading towards a destruction you can never know.
Female | 20s | under 3 minutes
Starts on page 16
EXTRACT: I'd be at the rink every morning, early, before it opened and skate around and around, faster and faster, losing all sense of time and space, until life became just one cool swirling thrilling dream. My body was changing in ways I didn't understand and, spinning around there, I would enter into a sort of trance, even now I remember the peculiar ice-sweet thrill in my veins. That is my moment of youth Clarissa, when I felt what youth might really be
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