Death of a Salesman

people don’t seem to take to me.(They move onto the forestage.)LINDA: Oh, don’t be foolish.WILLY: I know it when I walk in. They seem to laugh at me.LINDA: Why? Why would they laugh at you? Don’t talk that way,Willy.(Willy moves to the edge of the stage. Linda goes into the kitchenand starts to dam stockings.)WILLY: I don’t know the reason for it, but they just pass me by.I’m not noticed.LINDA: But you’re doing wonderful, dear. You’re making seventyto a hundred dollars a week.WILLY: But I gotta be at it ten, twelve hours a day. Other men —I don’t know — they do it easier. I don’t know why — I can’tstop myself — I talk too much. A man oughta come in with afew words. One thing about Charley. He’s a man of few words,and they respect him.LINDA: You don’t talk too much, you’re just lively.WILLY (smiling): Well, I figure, what the hell, life is short, a coupleof jokes. (To himself.) I joke too much (The smile goes.)LINDA: Why? You’re...WILLY: I’m fat. I’m very — foolish to look at, Linda. I didn’t tellyou, but Christmas time I happened to be calling on F. H.Stewarts, and a salesman I know, as I was going in to see thebuyer I heard him say something about — walrus. And I — Icracked him right across the face. I won’t take that. I simplywill not take that. But they do laugh at me. I know that.LINDA: Darling...WILLY: I gotta overcome it. I know I gotta overcome it. I’m notdressing to advantage, maybe.LINDA: Willy, darling, you’re the handsomest man in the world...WILLY: Oh, no, Linda.LINDA: To me you are. (Slight pause.) The handsomest.(From the darkness is heard the laughter of a woman. Willydoesn’t turn to it, but it continues through Linda’s lines.)