The Thing Was Done. He Did Not Look Back.

"Nobody dast blame this man. 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."  (Arthur Miller, "Death of a Salesman"). 


My mother just called to wish me happy birthday.  I told her it was yesterday.  "Oh," she said.