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Eulogy For Willy Loman's Death Of A Salesman

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In a eulogy for a man whose life I did not admire, I can weakly celebrate, yet i can’t say that he was such a bad person as more that he was a delusional one. It’s safe to say, Willy wasn’t the man he tried to portray himself to be. He was a salesman, but didn’t make any sales. Ironic, isn’t it. A man who sells for a living, can’t sell. He was employed, but made no money. He took money from Charley and pretended that he earned it. He never earned anything. The man was a huge liar, he took and gave without thinking of the consequences nor caring about them. It is not right what he did. I know I should be sad about his death, but I really don’t think I am. Yes, Willy is now gone, but was he ever really here? Throughout my teenage years, I admired Willy. But once that all changed, I was never able to look at him the same way. Even then, Willy Loman lived in the fantasy world, one of which we found ourselves trying to dig out of. In his mind, he was capable of greatness, and that the greatness …show more content…

I stole what I wanted and it was ok in his eyes which meant it was ok in mine. I took a carton of basketballs, I “borrowed” coaches football, and as an adult I have been in jail for stealing. For goodness sake I just took Bill Oliver’s pen. Stealing is not ok, however to him, this sin was fine. As for me, I know it is wrong, but now I cannot release myself from the spell he put me under. Like the saying goes, you can’t teach an old dog new tricks-juxtaposition, he learned from his influences, and taught me the same. Now that the old dog is gone, I am left to fill that position, one that I try time and time again to stray from but, I could. Now I am the old dog, that only knows the old tricks, the bad tricks that won’t let me succeed, and may never learn new ones ever again. By doing these things and, Willy brainwashed me into believing in his unrealistic world. This world of his ended up being his doom, and I assume it could be

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