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| Had the opportunity to show my parents a new perspective of Wisconsin today. Woke up from our overnight at Sheer Memories B and B in Muscoda, joined by Scott, picnicked at Frank Lloyd Wright's Talesin welcome center, and enjoyed the mildly hot night at APT for Death of a Salesman. Lovely all around. From Act 1 WILLY: How can he find himself on a farm? Is that a life? A farmhand? In the beginning, when he was young, I thought, well, a young man, it’s good for him to tramp around, take a lot of different jobs. But it’s more than ten years now and he has yet to make thirty-five dollars a week! LINDA: He’s finding himself, Willy. WILLY: Not finding yourself at the age of thirty-four is a disgrace! |
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