[describing 16-year-old Orson Welles' audition for Dublin's Gate Theatre]It was an astonishing performance, wrong from beginning to end, but with all the qualities of fine acting rearing their way through a chaos of inexperience. His diction was practically perfect; his personality, in spite of fantastic antics, was real and varied; his sense of passion, of evil, of drunkenness, of tyranny, of a sort demoniac authority, was arresting. A preposterous energy pulsated through everything he did.