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Willie's inner monologue
Ken 2022-12-17 18:53:23
Isn't Willy's life a reflection of our present life? Now I feel that I have an ideal to pursue, and I will not regret anything I do. But if a person reaches middle age, half a hundred years later, the ideal of the past is no longer, and the passion of the past can not be exchanged for a life that requires only food and clothing. The child seems to be following the path of success he planned, but in the end it doesn't come as he wishes. Looking back at his friends and childhood friends, why are they better than him? What did I do wrong? Pursuing a better life, urging children to do their best, and constantly striving for their own goals, which step is wrong? Make my life so unsatisfactory? Retiring soon, but earning less and less money, can't even support my family; getting more and more irritable, yelling at my family, my beloved wife, the only woman who understands why I have a nervous breakdown ; The children have no love for me, only resentment, I can't even feel my deep love for them, and guilt; I feel that this life is a failure, and the future of the children is also because of my fault and my wishful thinking. ... The worst thing is, I don't want to face these cruel realities, I still have illusory hopes for the future, and when this hope is shattered again and again in myself, I hope and even force others to give me hope. I don't want bad news, I don't want to hear any hints, I don't want anyone to remind me to come back to reality and face myself, I want you to tell me: Tomorrow is a day full of expectations and hope! But no one told me that I was struggling to live my ideal life, but others either took pity on me and gave me alms; or told me that what I wanted was impossible, and even reminded me gently but sharply , even after death, no one will remember me, they will only resent me and only hate me... What is the meaning of my life, the first step of planning when I was young is not completed until I am old, not only destroying myself, but also misleading child. . .
Extended Reading
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Willy Loman: You know, the trouble is, Linda, people don't seem to take to me.
Linda Loman: Oh, don't be so foolish!
Willy Loman: I know it when I walk in. They seem to laugh at me.
Linda Loman: Why? Why would they laugh at you? Don't talk that way, Willy.
Willy Loman: I don't know the reason for it; but, they just pass me by. I'm not noticed.
Linda Loman: Well, you're making seventy to a hundred dollars a week.
Willy Loman: But I gotta be at it ten, twelve hours a day. Other men - I don't know why - they do it easier. I don't know *why* I can't stop myself. I talk too much. Oh, a man oughta come in with a few words.
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Willy Loman: But they do laugh at me. Oh, I know that.
Linda Loman: Darling.
Willy Loman: I gotta overcome it. I know I gotta overcome it.
Linda Loman: Darling.
Willy Loman: I'm not dressing to advantage, maybe.
Linda Loman: Willy, darling, you're the handsomest man in the world.