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death of a salesman

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Death Of a Salesman
by Arthur Miller
Now hear this, Willy, this is me. You know why I had no address for three months? I stole a suit
in Kansas City and I was in jail. I stole myself out of every good job since high school!
And I never got anywhere because you blew me
so full of hot air I could never stand taking
orders from anybody! That’s whose fault it is! It’s goddam time you heard this! I had to be big
boss shot in two weeks, and I’m through with it! Willy! I ran down eleven flights with a pen in
my hand today. An
d suddenly I stopped, you hear me? And in the middle of that office building,
do you hear this? I stopped in the middle of that building and I saw
the sky. I saw the things
that I love in this world. The work and the food and time to sit and smoke. And I looked at the
pen and said to myself, what the hell am I grabbing this for? Why am I trying to become what I
don’t want to be? What am I doing in an office, making a contemptuous, begging fool of myself,
when all I want is out there, waiting for me the minu
te I say I know who I am!

14 Sep 18

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