Thursday, October 10, 2019

The Death of a Salesman - Diary #3

Willy- pg76

That gosh darn Howard fired me. How could he? I knew his father! His father promised me. I even named him. He should be grateful for that, I named him Howard, and this how he treats me. I am Willy Loman, a salesman for gods sake, everyone likes me. He couldn't even give me 40 dollars per week, how am I going to pay the insurance. What am I going to tell Linda? My god. And Howard and his stupid recording machine, he kept on shushing me to be quiet because he wanted me to hear his spoiled little brat say all the capitals of 50 states. My biff is better than any boy, he was a star football player.

Know one knows me anymore, all I wanted was 40 dollars a week god dammit. To pay this dam insurance. Pull myself together? What did I say to Howard? Jesus Christ, I yelled at him didn't I? What did I say? I just wanted 40 dollars, I tell you, 40 dollars a week. Your father promised me. That ignoramus didn't even let me go to Boston. Said he dint want me representing the company. Geez, Im Willy Loman. I gotta earn money, goddammit,why doesn't anyone like me. Ive always tried to be well liked. Well ill be damned, I've always thought that if a man was impressive that nothing else in the world would matter. Why must everyone like me? Thats what Charlie said. My god! Why am I listening to this fool! Hes not even a man!

I talked to Bernard earlier today, saw him at Charlies office. He came talking to me as if it were my fault. What happened? What do you mean what happened? That son of a _____ teacher flunked him. He ruined his life, not me. Biff chose to lay down, that is not my fault? How is that my fault?

I know I'm a salesman, but I have always thought otherwise. You know, its funny that at the end, you are worth more dead than alive. Aignt that funny, of course its funny. I shouldnt have argued with Bernard, I didnt mean it, hes a fine boy.


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