The Years is a monologue spoken by a handful of actresses, some young, some old enough to carry bus passes. They stand in black costumes on a white stage explaining to us the significance of memory, history and feelings. Then the story begins.
The narrator is a precocious chatterbox born in France during the war who has no aim in life other than sensual gratification.
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