We all strive to be somebody big in this world. Some one successful, someone powerful, someone well liked. But at what point must we be honest with ourselves? When is it time to face the fact that we can' fit into all of these categories, that we are who we are? It is when we fail to recognize this that the line between fantasy and reality begin to blur, and things begin to fall apart. Willy Loman, the star of Arthur Miller's playwright, The Death of a Salesman, is the epitome of this disillusioned state of being. Willy is so engrossed with the idea of being the most successful, most well-liked salesman in New England, that he becomes blind to his true identity. Throughout the book neglects to recognize the fact that he has become unsuccessful in his career as a salesman, yet instead of this on as a challenge, Willy lies to himself and his family in order to make his situation seem temporarily acceptable. Along with this, Willy's sons and his wife try to support Willy by lying to him, which in the long run only perpetuates his superficial self image. Willy's denial not only stands in the way of his success, but also is what drives him to lose his sanity, and eventually his life.
Willy returns from another long, unsuccessful business trip. Frustrated with his circumstances, he complains to his wife, Linda. As Willy grumbles, he starts to talk about how things "used to be-, looking back into his past, visualizing his sons still youthful, and his life still fruitful. . Now, in his old age, he reminisces with spite for the present.
The street is lined with cars. There's not a breath of fresh air in the neighborhood. The grass don't grow any more, you can't raise a carrot in the back yard. They should've had a law against apartment houses. Remember those two beautiful elm trees out there? When I and Biff hung the swing between them?- (Willy, pg 17).
From the beginning of the play, Willy wishes things in his life took place the way they used to when he was still a profitable business man, a role-model for his family, and a proud father of two boys,.
In his work, "Ah, Are You Digging on My Grave?" ... The poem tells the story of a dog who is digging on a grave. ... The deceased human wonders who is digging on his grave. ... In fact the dog did not even know its own master, "I am sorry, but I quite forgot/ It was your resting place" (lns 35-36). ... However, each sees his philosophy in his own light. ...
He digs the grave and then tries to focus on other things. ... Amy's reasoning is based on her own grief distorted imagining and the manner in which she perceives her husband's actions in" digging the grave and his conversation in the kitchen about everyday matters". ... What she was unable to understand is the concept that digging the grave himself is both the only thing he can do for his dead child and his only means of release. ... She cannot believe that her husband is so coldhearted that he just took his kid out and pout him in the ground with out even saying a word "If you ha...
In the poem, Brooks uses a variety of poetic devices including symbolism, language, musical devices and patterned repetition to express the irony of a "cool" lifestyle leading to an early grave. ... How ironic is the symbolism of being real cool and digging your own grave with a big golden shovel? ... She uses very few words and yet expresses the ideas of deviant behaviors and their consequences with such a rhythmic flow that beats the idea into your head. ...
Your sister's drown"d Laertes" (4.7.163-164). ... Right after the reader reads this image, the play moves to "clowns" digging a grave. ... / I tell thee she is, therefore make her grave / straight. ... / "a sings in grave-making" (5.1.65-66). ... Hamlet asks, "Whose / grave's this, sirrah" (5.1.117-118)? ...
He loved tending a huge garden, and nothing thrilled him more than growing his own vegetables and then sitting down to a big family dinner that "mommaw" had cooked. ... I will never forget an old story that "poppaw" always told about his first job, which was digging graves in Indiana! ... As he often said to my father "Would you rather be in his shoes, or your shoes?" ...
As we get older we set goals and rules down for ourselves to help stay on track. As responsible young adults, we should think about these goals and which ones are best for us to live our lives by. Aphorisms are a great way to begin. Three aphorisms I've chosen to live by are "Stitch in time saves...
I been observing a lot of the wars that is happening in the world today, more then an average American would watch for my age, and from my own theory, I believe that the situation of the military database is useless, period. ... They believe that this may be their last resort, but signing an enrollment is as though you were to engrave your own epitaphs. In other terms, it is like digging up your very own grave. ... Or having to relentlessly worry so much in the back of your mind of being ambushed? ...
I been observing a lot of the wars that is happening in the world today, more then an average American would watch for my age, and from my own theory, I believe that the situation of the military database is useless, period. ... They believe that this may be their last resort, but signing an enrollment is as though you were to engrave your own epitaphs. In other terms, it is like digging up your very own grave. ... Or having to relentlessly worry so much in the back of your mind of being ambushed? ...
With our births we are only promised physical death; the grim reaper patiently walks by our side, methodically digging our grave, yet we do not know if he is shoveling out our grave slowly with a teaspoon or rapidly with a backhoe. ... He basically assisted in his own death when he repaired the car that would eventually lead him to death. ... This may have been an important key factor in his rational analysis of his own demise. ... Consequently, Epictetus was also a stoic like Willie, who believed that you should give attention to only what is in your own power. ... Finally, one should vie...
