Youth Without Youth Page #2

Get some rest.

I'll be back tomorrow.

News stories

and feature articles

are starting to appear

in different papers,

the majority of them absurd,

ridiculous.

What are you doing?

New teeth!

But you must help us

understand this.

We have to know more about you,

who you are,

what your profession is.

What's your real age?

Please cooperate

a little more.

Were you so stubborn

when you were young?

Always.

What is this you

insist on writing, young man?

Well, I've almost finished

with antiquity, the Middle Ages.

But the most exciting part,

the origins.

The origins of language, of-

But when will

you finish it, Dominic?

He needs 10 lifetimes

to do it all.

The origins of

language, human consciousness,

even the idea

of time itself.

This would call for years

of research.

And what with the inexperience

of our provincial...

...librarians.

I'm terribly sorry,

professor.

I have an appointment.

I really must run.

He's brilliant. Brilliant. But-

Laura, I'm so sorry.

I completely forgot.

We have to talk,

Dominic.

It's very important

for both of us,

and I can't hide it

any longer.

Of course.

It's snowing. Should we go

to the Caf Select?

No. And please don't interrupt.

It's not what you think.

I feel that you aren't mine,

that you are never here with me.

That you-

That you live in another time.

I'm not thinking

of your research,

which in spite of what

you believe, does interest me.

I wanted to help you

with that.

But you keep yourself shut away

in an alien world,

one I can't enter.

So for my sake and for yours,

we should break

our engagement and separate.

No.

Laura, no.

We are still young.

We both love life.

You will have more time

for your research.

You'll see later.

Tell the professor

what he wants to know.

Tell him you need

a new identity.

All right, you can go.

I'll be here all afternoon.

I understand

that you are willing

to speak to me candidly.

You don't have to make

a great effort.

The words you cannot pronounce,

you can write.

My name...

is Dominic Matei.

On January the 8th...

I reached the age of 70.

I am a teacher

in Piatra Neamt.

I live on Strada Episcopiei

at Number 18.

It is my house.

It contains a library of...

some 8,000 volumes...

which I have willed

to the lyce.

You're 70 years old?

Extraordinary.

If...

If you require further proof,

I can tell you the...

titles of the books

on my desk or any other...

There's an album

of photographs somewhere?

More precisely, with pictures

of you when you were young?

And some, uh, clothing?

I implore you

to be very, very discreet.

Agents from the Secret Service,

they'll never believe

I'm past 70

and therefore they'll never

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