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Solved by verified expert :Analyze and respond to Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s “A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings.” At least 300 words. The prompts below can be used for brainstorming purposes. No need to answer them all and, of course, you can devise your own prompt if you like. Either way, be sure that your response is in short essay format (not just a string of short answers) with a clear thesis statement and supporting quotations.
1. If we consider the story to be an example of satire, then what idea, issue or situation is the target of the satire?
2 Why are the townspeople more interested in the Spider Woman than the angel? What does this say about human nature?
3. The story is full of fantastic imagery. Identify some of your favorites and explain how those images support a major theme of the story.
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A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings
by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Translated by Gregory Rabassa
On the third day of rain they had killed so many crabs inside the house that Pelayo had to
cross his drenched courtyard and throw them into the sea, because the newborn child had
a temperature all night and they thought it was due to the stench. The world had been sad
since Tuesday. Sea and sky were a single ash-gray thing and the sands of the beach,
which on March nights glimmered like powdered light, had become a stew of mud and
rotten shellfish. The light was so weak at noon that when Pelayo was coming back to the
house after throwing away the crabs, it was hard for him to see what it was that was
moving and groaning in the rear of the courtyard. He had to go very close to see that it
was an old man, a very old man, lying face down in the mud, who, in spite of his
tremendous efforts, couldn?t get up, impeded by his enormous wings.
Frightened by that nightmare, Pelayo ran to get Elisenda, his wife, who was putting
compresses on the sick child, and he took her to the rear of the courtyard. They both
looked at the fallen body with a mute stupor. He was dressed like a ragpicker. There were
only a few faded hairs left on his bald skull and very few teeth in his mouth, and his
pitiful condition of a drenched great-grandfather took away any sense of grandeur he
might have had. His huge buzzard wings, dirty and half-plucked, were forever entangled
in the mud. They looked at him so long and so closely that Pelayo and Elisenda very soon
overcame their surprise and in the end found him familiar. Then they dared speak to him,
and he answered in an incomprehensible dialect with a strong sailor?s voice. That was
how they skipped over the inconvenience of the wings and quite intelligently concluded
that he was a lonely castaway from some foreign ship wrecked by the storm. And yet,
they called in a neighbor woman who knew everything about life and death to see him,
and all she needed was one look to show them their mistake.
?He?s an angel,? she told them. ?He must have been coming for the child, but the poor
fellow is so old that the rain knocked him down.?
On the following day everyone knew that a flesh-and-blood angel was held captive in
Pelayo?s house. Against the judgment of the wise neighbor woman, for whom angels in
those times were the fugitive survivors of a celestial conspiracy, they did not have the
heart to club him to death. Pelayo watched over him all afternoon from the kitchen,
armed with his bailiff?s club, and before going to bed he dragged him out of the mud and
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locked him up with the hens in the wire chicken coop. In the middle of the night, when
the rain stopped, Pelayo and Elisenda were still killing crabs. A short time afterward the
child woke up without a fever and with a desire to eat. Then they felt magnanimous and
decided to put the angel on a raft with fresh water and provisions for three days and leave
him to his fate on the high seas. But when they went out into the courtyard with the first
light of dawn, they found the whole neighborhood in front of the chicken coop having fun
with the angel, without the slightest reverence, tossing him things to eat through the
openings in the wire as if he weren?t a supernatural creature but a circus animal.
Father Gonzaga arrived before seven o?clock, alarmed at the strange news. By that time
onlookers less frivolous than those at dawn had already arrived and they were making all
kinds of conjectures concerning the captive?s future. The simplest among them thought
that he should be named mayor of the world. Others of sterner mind felt that he should be
promoted to the rank of five-star general in order to win all wars. Some visionaries hoped
that he could be put to stud in order to implant the earth a race of winged wise men who
could take charge of the universe. But Father Gonzaga, before becoming a priest, had
been a robust woodcutter. Standing by the wire, he reviewed his catechism in an instant
and asked them to open the door so that he could take a close look at that pitiful man who
looked more like a huge decrepit hen among the fascinated chickens. He was lying in the
corner drying his open wings in the sunlight among the fruit peels and breakfast leftovers
that the early risers had thrown him. Alien to the impertinences of the world, he only
lifted his antiquarian eyes and murmured something in his dialect when Father Gonzaga
went into the chicken coop and said good morning to him in Latin. The parish priest had
his first suspicion of an imposter when he saw that he did not understand the language of
God or know how to greet His ministers. Then he noticed that seen close up he was much
too human: he had an unbearable smell of the outdoors, the back side of his wings was
strewn with parasites and his main feathers had been mistreated by terrestrial winds, and
nothing about him measured up to the proud dignity of angels. Then he came out of the
chicken coop and in a brief sermon warned the curious against the risks of being
ingenuous. He reminded them that the devil had the bad habit of making use of carnival
tricks in order to confuse the unwary. He argued that if wings were not the essential
element in determining the different between a hawk and an airplane, they were even less
so in the recognition of angels. Nevertheless, he promised to write a letter to his bishop so
that the latter would write his primate so that the latter would write to the Supreme
Pontiff in order to get the final verdict from the highest courts.
His prudence fell on sterile hearts. The news of the captive angel spread with such
rapidity that after a few hours the courtyard had the bustle of a marketplace and they had
to call in troops with fixed bayonets to disperse the mob that was about to knock the
house down. Elisenda, her spine all twisted from sweeping up so much marketplace trash,
then got the idea of fencing in the yard and charging five cents admission to see the
angel.
The curious came from far away. A traveling carnival arrived with a flying acrobat who
buzzed over the crowd several times, but no one paid any attention to him because his
wings were not those of an angel but, rather, those of a sidereal bat. The most unfortunate
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