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Arthur Miller – Death of a Salesman
“BIFF: I don’t care what they think! They’ve laughed at Dad for years, and you know why? Because we don’t belong in this nut-house of a city! We should be mixing cement on some open plain, or- or carpenters. A carpenter is allowed to whistle!”
Arthur Miller – All My Sons
“CHRIS: They didn’t die; they killed themselves for each other. I mean that exactly; a little more selfish and they’d’ve been here today. And I got an idea- watching them go down. Everything was being desroyed, see, but it seemed to me that one new thing was being made. A kind of- responsibility. Man for man. You understand me?- To show that, to bring that on to the earth again like some kind of monument and everyone would feel it standing there, behind him, and it would make a difference to him. (Pause). And then I came home and it was incredible. I- there was no meaning in it here; the whole thing to them was a kind of a- bus accident.”
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