Willy's neighbor. He understands Willy and his pride, but consistently offers him a job.
“Yeah. He was a happy man with a batch of cement.”
“Nobody dast blame this man. You don't understand: 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.”
-would-be friend of Willy
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