“Her leaves were the libraries of the Caribbean.” The storyteller was keeper of the history of the island, and she shared her knowledge through the use of storytelling, so she was providing everyone with their link to one another. The one thing everyone has in common is the history of the world, and her stories were the only accessible recollections of this. To emphasize this point, the author shares his and his brother’s experience from listening to one of her stories. “She was the lamplight in the stare of two mesmerized boys still joined in one shadow, indivisible twins.” Her stories made the boys one being in the moment. When Walcott compares the storyteller to lamplight, he reveals that she fueled their desire to fall deeper into this state of unification. Similar to how the lamplight lured the boys to her home, the storyteller’s stories lured the boys to understand their connection to one another