Clarisse McClellan personifies femininity, strange in its parameters in the new post-apocalyptic world. She avoids television and technological innovations that enhance sound or taste. Instead, her family prefers live communication, talking on a variety of topics.
She is peace-loving by nature and chooses humility instead of struggle. Her eccentricity attracts fireman Montague, having atypical qualities for representatives of his profession. The heroine asks queries that affect the nuances of his work, for example, for what purpose he continues to perform his duties. It is unlikely that there would be a person who wished to respond in detail to her requests.
Clarisse does not act as a mentor, trying to learn from Montague something original. The girl does not try to raise his doubts, but every time her interrogation ends with his emotional breakdown. The hero falls into a depression in search of an answer to the eternal questions of being.
Clarisse does not voice his own thoughts, arguing that thinking is an option for active deed. Showing an alternative, the woman invites Montague to another world, different from the surrounding reality. It is her unobtrusiveness that makes it easier for a firefighter to make a choice that in other circumstances would be quite hard.
The heroine’s death makes you think about her incompatibility with actuality. She is denied permission to live while her departure is shrouded in mystery. Even after the disappearance, the girl is able to influence Guy, who continues to look for a way to salvation. Clarisse personifies an attractive provocation that allows a person to break off ties with a monotonous routine and embark on another path.
Guy first meets her on a moonlit night, impressed by the ephemeral nature of her shade. The woman loves rainy weather, challenging generally accepted standards of behavior. Her views are surprising to the audience and serve as the reason for the examination by physicians. Despite his youth, Clarisse embodies a stream of awareness that sheds light on hidden truth.
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You're not like the others. I've seen a few; I know. When I talk, you look at me. When I said something about the moon, you looked at the moon, last night. The others would never do that. The others would walk off and leave me talking. Or threaten me. No one has time any more for anyone else. You're one of the few who put up with me. That's why I think it's so strange you're a fireman, it just doesn't seem right for you, somehow.
He said hello and then said,
"What are you up to now?"
"I'm still crazy. The rain feels good. I love to walk in it.
"I don't think I'd like that," he said.
"You might if you tried."
"I never have." She licked her lips.
"Rain even tastes good."
"What do you do, go around trying everything once?" he asked.
Clarisse McClellan in the Essays