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Summary Of And Of Clay We Are Created
In Isabel Allende’s story “And of Clay We Are Created” she speaks of a woman who is telling the story of a man who is a news reporter and is covering the footage of a volcanic explosion. When he first heads out to the site he happens across a young girl stuck in a mud pit and desperately attempts to save her life. In the beginning of this story, we start out in the first person point of view from the woman’s perspective speaking in past tense, but by the end of the story the woman is speaking in present tense about Rolf; this becomes important when we realize who the woman is to Rolf. From the psychological perspective the events and characters of this story are representative of Rolf’s traumatic life experience and his internal reaction to this event and it is in fact an allegory for man verses himself.
In an explication of this piece of work, the last paragraph of the story has been chosen to analyze for explanation of how this event and these characters represent psychological aspects of Rolf’s life, making this story an allegory. To start, according to page 1369 in “Short Fiction: Classic and Contemporary” the definition of to explicate is “ An explication will examine, in close detail, one passage in the story and how that passage relates to the story as a whole.” However, before going into too much detail on the paragraph, we must
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I often accompany you to the station and we watch the videos of Azucena again; you study them intently, looking for something you could have done to save her, something you did not think of in time. Or maybe you study them to see yourself as if in a mirror, naked. Your cameras lie forgotten in a closet; you do not write or sing; you sit long hours before the window, staring at the mountains. Beside you, I wait for you to complete the voyage into yourself, for the old wounds to heal. I know that when you return from your nightmares, we shall again walk hand in hand, as before.”

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