Death of a Salesman: Certain Private Conversations in Two Acts and a Requiem

Death of a Salesman: Certain Private Conversations in Two Acts and a Requiem

Arthur Miller

Language: English

Pages: 104

ISBN: 0756990416

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The tragedy of a typical American--a salesman who at the age of sixty-three is faced with what he cannot face; defeat and disillusionment.

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entire life’s probable failure, even before I was sixteen.” (124) Bernard, son of Willy’s next-door neighbor, was to find himself treated in much the same way by the Lomans. There is, however, something more than absurdity about such people as Manny, who managed to sustain their faith in the face of evidence to the contrary. Of a salesman friend of Manny, Miller writes, “Like any traveling man he had to my mind a kind of intrepid valor that withstood the inevitable putdowns, the scoreless

Where is he? BEN: At that age I had a very faulty view of geography, William. I discovered after a few days that I was heading due south, so instead of Alaska, I ended up in Africa. LINDA: Africa! WILLY: The Gold Coast! BEN: Principally diamond mines. LINDA: Diamond mines! BEN: Yes, my dear. But I’ve only a few minutes— WILLY: No! Boys! Boys! [YOUNG BIFF and HAPPY appear.] Listen to this. This is your Uncle Ben, a great man! Tell my boys, Ben! BEN: Why boys, when I was seventeen I walked

table. Both follow her with their eyes.] STANLEY: Geez, how’d ya know? HAPPY: I got radar or something. [Staring directly at her profile] Oooooooo . . . Stanley. STANLEY: I think that’s for you, Mr. Loman. HAPPY: Look at that mouth. Oh, God. And the binoculars. STANLEY: Geez, you got a life, Mr. Loman. HAPPY: Wait on her. STANLEY [going to the girl’s table]: Would you like a menu, ma’am? GIRL: I’m expecting someone, but I’d like a— HAPPY: Why don’t you bring her—excuse me, miss, do you

LINDA following. The light dies down on them and comes up on the center of the apron as WILLY walks into it. He is carrying a flashlight, a hoe, and a handful of seed packets. He raps the top of the hoe sharply to fix it firmly, and then moves to the left, measuring off the distance with his foot. He holds the flashlight to look at the seed packets, reading off the instructions. He is in the blue of night.] WILLY: Carrots . . . quarter-inch apart. Rows . . . one-foot rows. [He measures it

new glasses. WILLY: No, I see everything. I came back ten miles an hour. It took me nearly four hours from Yonkers. LINDA [resigned]: Well, you’ll just have to take a rest, Willy, you can’t continue this way. WILLY: I just got back from Florida. LINDA: But you didn’t rest your mind. Your mind is overactive, and the mind is what counts, dear. WILLY: I’ll start out in the morning. Maybe I’ll feel better in the morning. [She is taking off his shoes.] These goddam arch supports are killing me.

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