Response to “ Death of a Salesman “.
Character analyzes: Willlie Loman
“Forgive me my dearest Linda,
Pardon my escape Happy,
I am so proud of you my dear son, Biff ”
It is said that if you die by your own hand, your death will lead to eternal damnation.
But what if life was your damnation? What if all you ever wanted was to be free?
We’re free... We are now free my dear...
I am indeed a man of pride; always have been. All I truly wanted was a prosperous future for my children. That life, that I failed to live. I tried so hard to make us look good towards the world around us that my dream consumed my reality.
Did you ever see me suffer? As I played a role in life other than my own. My ego, too difficult to exclude, became the chains I carried day by day. Chained was I by an alter reality that was not really my own. It is now unfortunate to realize that through these exhibitionist acts, my life passed me by. Deep down I abhor who I became...
I drove day in and day out, searching for that welcoming smile that purposely taunted me and my self respect. Who cares to see me? Just another person carrying a suitcase filled with lies and false promises. I am a salesman, I sell you my soul.
Wait a minute! What am I saying? I am Willie Loman, husband to a caring wife, father to successful sons! I, Willie Loman, was not fired at work today, I only excused my job from my life, I need it no longer.
And as for that Howard kid, well, he could go on and shove it up his...
Class? Yes I have it. In more ways than I know, The east coast welcomes my arrival, ahh... Those beloved patrons, how they dance in the street for me. How sweet it is to hear the bird’s hymn as they pass me by. Am I in heaven? or will my life repeat in the fires of hell.
Linda, my dear...
Why did you not show me the truth? Why did you welcome my false dreams? You fed my ego beyond its limit. I knew no more of being a simple man, but only the struggles of trying to exceed. The house is now yours. Sorry I couldn’t be there... I grew wiery of impressing you.
I love you... And I’ll be waiting for you...
Happy, you are to carry our legacy, always fighting to be known. The Loman legacy is being more than just a dime a dozen, but to be a fighter whose weariness will not uphold. You are to remember me for my good intentions, and be strong in this world as you relive my life once again in your heart.
Biff, I admire you son. You brought out the nerves in me, yet I retain all those fears as I look into those eyes of yours. Filled with courage, discipline, and respect. You are well liked my dear boy, for that you shall go very far.
The time for my departure could not have been better. Years I’ve spent looking for a greater satisfaction. Searching for the moment were everything seems to be right. This time finally came, my soul exhausted inhaled death’s flames. I knew really not what I was doing, I was only following my heart; my dearest treasure. I lived my life in struggle, yet died in peace.
Now that death rears over me, the world will remember the greatness that beheld
William Loman. The silent streets, deprived of my smile shall make me a better man.
One not to be forgotten and one who is now well liked.
To all those who forget.
William L. Loman