There’s a poignant speech in Death of a Salesman in which Willy Loman’s wife urges their son, Biff, to reconcile with his father, to show him some respect. “I don’t say he’s a great man. Willy Loman never made a lot of money. His name was never in the paper. He’s not the finest character that ever lived. But he’s a human being and a terrible thing is happening to him. So attention must be paid.” I thought of that passage last night stranded on an Amtrak train at Croton-Harmon, NY, when a storm washed out the tracks to our north leaving the crew bewildered. Here’s why Arthur Miller came to mind.
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