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WILLY: Like a young god. Hercules — something like that. Andthe sun, the sun all around him. Remember how he waved tome? Right up from the field, with the representatives of threecolleges standing by? And the buyers I brought, and the cheerswhen he came out — Loman, Loman, Loman! God Almighty,he’ll be great yet. A star like that, magnificent, can never reallyfade away!(The light on Willy is fading. The gas heater begins to glowthrough the kitchen wall, near the stairs, a blue flame beneath redcoils.)LINDA (timidly): Willy dear, what has he got against you?WILLY: I’m so tired. Don’t talk any more.(Biff slowly returns to the kitchen. He stops, stares toward theheater.)LINDA: Will you ask Howard to let you work in New York?WILLY: First thing in the morning. Everything’ll be all right.(Biff reaches behind the heater and draws out a length of rubbertubing. He is horrified and turns his head toward Willy’s room,still dimly lit, from which the strains of Linda’s desperate but monotonoushumming rise.)WILLY (staring through the window into the moonlight): Gee,look at the moon moving between the buildings!(Biff wraps the tubing around his hand and quickly goes up thestairs.)