Friday, February 11




CHARLEY (To Biff): Nobody dast blame this man. You don't understand: Willy was a salesman. And for a salesman, there is no rock bottom to the life. He don't put a bolt to a nut, he don't tell you the law or give you medicine. He's a man way out there in the blue, riding on a smile and a shoeshine. And when they start not smiling back -- that's an earthquake. And then you get yourself a couple of spots on your hat, and you're finished. Nobody dast blame this man. A salesman is got to dream, boy. It comes with the territory.

BIFF: Charley, the man didn't know who he was.

HAPPY (infuriated): Don't say that!

BIFF: Why don't you come with me, Happy?

HAPPY: I'm not licked that easily. I'm staying right in this city, and I'm gonna beat this racket! (He looks at BIFF, his chin set) The Loman Brothers!

BIFF: I know who I am kid.

HAPPY: All right, boy. I'm gonna show you and everybody else that Willy Loman did not die in vain. He had a good dream. It's the only dream you can have -- to come out number-one man. He fought it out here, and this is where I'm gonna win it for him.

As an artist and playwright, Arthur Miller went to the center of where we belong. His was an incredible talent for insight to which he brought a superlative writing craft. He was an American icon and his stage plays became an "essential" part of American theatre and achieved international renown.

Mr. Miller, you were number-one man and you showed us ... you showed us all what grinds inside a man. For that, attention must be paid.