It seems Willy would rather kill himself than accept the fact that really, honestly, all his son wants is some shirtless sweaty time in Midwestern haystacks. Everything was starting to bud.
They both are caught up in fantasies about the past and find it hard to reconcile the past with the present. We had a particularly good relationship.
He regrets being unfaithful to his wife, even though he will never admit the affair to her. Cause one thing, he has got to be liked.
The ancient Greeks were the first to write about these doomed souls. I dripped it onto the paper when it was damp so that it could spread easier. They're not intended to be submitted as your own work, so we don't waste time removing every error.