Like most stories, this story seems to have many different
            and varying themes. Clearly one of the key topics of the story concerns the relationship
            between Azucena and Rolf Carle, and the way in which this experience enables Rolf to
            face certain memories of his past and childhood. If you are interested, these are
            featured in Isabel Allende's novel, Eva Luna. The traumatic
            experience of watching Azucena slowly die breaks down the barriers within Rolf
            Carle:
That
night, imperceptibly, the unyielding floodgates that had contained Rolf Carle's past for
so many years began to open, and the torrent of all that had lain hidden in the deepest
and most secret layers of memory poured out, leveling before it the obstacles that had
blocked his consciousness for so
long.
The connection between
            them and the intimacy which they are forced into means that Rolf recognises how his past
            resembles Azucena's present:
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He was Azucena; he was buried in the clay mud;
            his terror was not the distant emotion of an almost forgotten childhood, it was a claw
            sunk in his throat.
As Rolf
            says to Azucena after this night of revelation, he is not crying for Azucena, but for
            himself, for he hurts all over.
The title seems to suggest
            that for individuals like Rolf, tragedies such as that of Azucena confront us with our
            own fragility - we are made of clay - a breakable, fragile substance, even though so
            often we try to live our lives as if we are unbreakable and stronger. We finish reading
            this story, therefore, wiser if not sadder about our own
            fragility.
 
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