Professional Documents
Culture Documents
(British)
Thomas Hardy: ‘Hap’; ‘Convergence of the Twain’; ’The Oxen’ + ‘A Drizzling Easter
Morning’
W. B. Yeats: ‘Easter 1916’; ‘The Second Coming’; ‘Sailing to Byzantium’
T. S. Eliot: The Waste Land: ‘The Burial of the Dead’; ‘Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock’
Philip Larkin: ‘Church Going’, ‘High Windows’
Seamus Heaney: ‘Bogland,’ ‘Digging’
(American)
Robert Frost: “Design”, “Apple Picking,” “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”
Ezra Pound: “In a Station of the Metro” + “A Pact”
William Carlos Williams: “The Young Housewife”
Allen Ginsberg: “A Supermarket in California”
Robert Lowell: “For the Union Dead”
Sylvia Plath: “Daddy”, “Lady Lazarus”
Drama:
(British)
Samuel Beckett: Waiting for Godot
(American)
Arthur Miller: Death of a Salesman
Eugene O’Neill: Long Day’s Journey Into Night
Tennessee Williams: A Streetcar Named Desire
Prose fiction:
(British)
Virginia Woolf: Mrs. Dalloway
Kazuo Ishiguro: The Remains of the Day
(American)
Henry James: “The Turn of the Screw”
William Faulkner: “A Rose for Emily”
Ernest Hemingway: The Snows of Kilimanjaro
F. Scott Fitzgerald: Babylon Revisited
Bernard Malamud: The Magic Barrel
Flannery O’Connor: “A Good Man is Hard to Find”
Raymond Carver: “What We Talk About When We Talk About Love”
Vladimir Nabokov: Lolita
BRITISH POETRY
HAP BY THOMAS HARDY
In summary, then, Thomas Hardy laments in ‘Hap’ (the word ‘hap’ being another word for chance,
hence the word ‘perhaps’) that the misfortune he has endured and suffered throughout his life is not
the result of some angry and capricious god: he could live with that, he says, since at least then he
could attribute his bad luck to some higher power. But no: Hardy could not believe in a god,
benevolent or malevolent, and so has no choice but to conclude that the suffering he has endured is a
result of blind chance rather than some grand divine plan. Thomas Hardy lost his own religious faith
early in life, though he retained a fondness for ‘churchy’ things such as the King James Bible and
church architecture, as can be seen in many of his novels (such as A Laodicean or A Pair of Blue Eyes,
both of which feature architects or architect’s assistants as characters).
Hardy asks: ‘How arrives it joy lies slain, / And why unblooms the best hope ever sown?’ ‘Unblooms’
is one of Hardy’s negatives which he’s so fond of: hope did once grow and bloom, but now doesn’t
simply wither, it unblooms, the word reminding us wryly of the word’s opposite. (Compare the word
‘unhope’ in his poem ‘In Tenebris: I’: how much more piercing is that word than the more
straightforward synonym, ‘despair’.) What causes pain and unhappiness in the world? Not some
divine power, but ‘Casualty’ and ‘Time’, which are personified in the poem’s concluding stanza,
described as ‘purblind doomsters’ – that is, entities which secure Hardy’s ‘doom’ or fate but which,
unlike an all-seeing and all-powerful god, do so half-blindly (hence ‘purblind’) rather than with some
grand scheme in mind. We aren’t the playthings of the gods; we are at the mercy of random chance, or
‘hap’.
CONVERGENCE OF THE TWAIN BY THOMAS HARDY
"The Convergence of the Twain" is constructed with the precision of the mighty ship that inspired it;
perhaps more so as it manages to complete its journey without sinking so much as an inch. The
composition is mathematically pure: 11 stanzas of three lines each with each stanza standing on its
own as an independent sentence. The precision continues into the typography: the first two lines of
each stanza are indented with the third line flush to the left and stanza is individually numbered using
a formal Roman numeral system. Finally, those first two indented lines of each stanza serves to create
a recurring motif of the grandness and majesty of the Titanic as its sped across the surface of the
Atlantic. The concluding line is then engaged to present a contrast to this hubris by the forces of nature
beneath the waves utterly oblivious to the accomplishments of man sailing high above. Written from
the perspective of the aftermath of the event when the Titanic was no longer a glorious monument to
man’s innovation, those longer third lines present a world beneath the waves where the ship has found
her fate, expanding the parallel so that the ship actually inhabits both sphere seemingly at once.
The opening lines actually situate the ship there at the bottom of the sea as a monument to the vanity
of man that is now as far away from him as possible. The second stanza contrasts the fiery boilers that
drove its engines with the cold currents of the sea below. Stanza three sets off the economic opulence
of the ship’s décor with the slimy sea worms now reflected in its mirrors and glass. And so Hardy’s
calculation plays out line by line, stanza by stanza as the jewel-encrusted fixtures now have no light to
reflect and as fish swim by and ponder this behemoth, they cannot help but wonder what purpose it
could serve stuck there in the sands of the depth.
That question posed at the end of stanza V becomes the point at which the focus of the poems shifts as
Hardy seeks to provide an answer to his fanciful fish. The suggestion is that the Titanic lies there in
the sand as the result of a inescapable and unknowable force of fate that predestined the coming
together of the ship and the ice. The seventh stanza is where Hardy makes manifest his overarching
theme that ship and iceberg were locked into an arranged marriage that destined they be brought
together. The ship—the creation of men that insists upon referring to all vessels in the feminine—was
essentially a bride being prepared for her wedding day and the groom in this marriage of
inconvenience is, of course, the ice brought into being by that unknowable force of will.
The poem comes to a conclusion in Stanza XI with an example of the precision with which Hardy
chose his words: the collision between bride and groom is described for almost certainly the first
time—and perhaps even the last—not as a destruction event tearing things apart, but as
“consummation” conferring the union as complete.
THE OXEN BY THOMAS HARDY
A note about the words in ‘The Oxen’: a ‘barton’ is a farm building, and a ‘coomb’ is a small valley.
In summary, first: Hardy recalls how at midnight on Christmas Eve, as the anniversary of the birth of
Christ arrives, he sat with other people by the fire, and they pictured the oxen kneeling down in their
‘strawy pen’, paying homage to the birth of Christ. There is obviously a link with the nativity scene
here, where oxen and other animals knelt in the oxen-thomas-hardybarn where Christ was born,
according to legend. Back then, Hardy says, neither he nor any of the other men present (in an inn,
perhaps, to see in Christmas Day with a few ales?) thought to doubt the idea that oxen knelt in homage
to Christ.
But then, in the third stanza, using fricative alliteration to underscore the sliding away of certainty (‘So
fair a fancy few would weave’), Hardy reflects that, nowadays, most people wouldn’t believe in such a
thing: this magical sense of the oxen somehow knowing that it is Christmas, and kneeling accordingly
in reverence to Jesus, has been lost. Yet, Hardy goes on to say, if one Christmas Eve he was invited to
see the oxen kneeling, he would happily go to see them, hoping that such a thing might indeed happen.
‘The Oxen’ reflects a yearning for childhood beliefs which the adult speaker can no longer hold. The
poem highlights the yearn to believe, even – or perhaps especially – when we know that we cannot
bring ourselves to entertain such beliefs. The specific example of the oxen kneeling might be
understood in the broader context of a belief in a deity: Thomas Hardy had lost his religious faith early
in life, but remained ‘churchy’ (to use his own word), with a profound affection for the liturgy of the
Anglican Church.
The context of the poem is also significant. It was written and published in 1915, during the First
World War. The war stripped away many illusions, and people who might have been clinging to a
residual belief in old customs and traditions often found themselves becoming disillusioned very
quickly. The hopeful note sounded by Hardy’s final line is perhaps at odds with the pessimistic tone of
much of his poetry, but makes sense in the context of his fondness for magical and supernatural beliefs
as part of rustic cultural traditions.
A DRIZZLING EASTER MORNING BY THOMAS HARDY
‘A Drizzling Easter Morning’ is an accusing finger pointed at both the world itself for failing to live
up to our myths and at us for continuing to believe them. It deliberately breaks
the usual conventions of Easter poems to show how badly they match up with reality. Many Easter
poems feature the risen sun as a symbol of the risen Son (the hardest working pun in the history of
English poetry) and the natural rebirths of spring as a concrete expression of the myth of Christ’s
resurrection. Hardy points out what most of us know all too well – Easter weekend can
be as cold and wet as any other bank-holiday. Nature won’t join in our stories. And the poem’s
speaker is stood in a churchyard where, whilst the Easter story is being celebrated
inside the church, the skeletons ‘wait as long ago’. As has been the case for two thousand years they
stubbornly refuse to burst out of their graves even as (we imagine) the parson
inside proclaims total victory over Death.
The weather and the dead (who are almost, but not quite, endowed with agency when said to be ‘as if
much doubting’) become sorts of sullen antagonists to the community’s shared
beliefs. And the community itself begins to crack under the pressure of that antagonism. We can only
guess why the speaker choses to mope outside in the rain. Maybe he can’t bring himself to
join in when nature itself scorns what is being celebrated. The fact that he doesn’t capitalise ‘he’ (as is
normally done when referring to Christ) is probably a sign that he is
not a believer – the repeated ‘And…And…And’ in the first three lines certainly suggest an
unimpressed scepticism. But we know why ‘on the road the weary wain plods forward,
laden heavily’. There’s work to be done, and at least someone is out doing it rather than joining the
rest of the congregation in the church. The earth continues do demand labour,
whether it’s Easter or not.
Why then, do we continue to believe our myths? Because life is hard and we need comfort. Hardy
was no sentimentalist about rural life. He knew it was one of constant, menial, physically
ruinous work. A life of ‘aches’, of weary plodding, of being one more animal out in the rain. Over his
career as a writer he made his honest documentation of rural drudgery a
symbol of the struggles all people face trying to live happily in a universe so indifferent to us that it
seems malevolent. Hardy may have had no faith in the stories others draw comfort from, but
he understands their hunger for them. And he is tormented by their failures. They aren’t even strong
enough to bind us all together in life and they certainly can’t provide us with
enduring comfort. For his tired and aching toilers the only available consolation is a death which is an
‘endless rest’, not an eternal life. The last half line – ‘though
risen is he’ – is empty, mocking, and sad.
AMERICAN POETRY
DESIGN BY ROBERT FROST
One of the most difficult poems, Design, an Italian sonnet by Robert Frost was published in 'A Further
Range' in 1936. The sonnet is the expression of the poet's surprise over the mysterious existence of the
world surrounded by omens and evil designs. According to a critic, ‘this is a poem of finding evil in
innocence, a song of experience, though the voice is hardly that of Blake's childlike singer.'
The poet has drawn the picture of a fat and white dimpled spider which had caught hold of a moth like
the white piece of the cloth on a flower called white heal-all. This simile has been used to indicate the
white color of the moth. All these three things – spider, heal-all flower, and the moth are shown to be
white. All these three white creatures and flower are brought together for some terrible reason. The
terrible reason is a dark design of death or we can say the food chain in a positive term.
By bringing all these white things together, the speaker is trying to highlight the food chain lying in
the nature. The moth has gone there in search of the juice of heal-all flower and spider has gone there
in search of the moth. One day, even the spider will become the food for the flower. All these things of
the universe are interconnected. The nature has designed us to be interdependent. Even living thing
and being survives upon each other. Nature has already designed this interconnection.
The "heal-all" is a common country plant supposed to have healing properties: it is almost always blue
in color. The poet has found a strange white variety and stranger still, attained to it a white spinner, "a
snow-drop spider", holding a white moth, completing a pattern of whiteness. Here, in the world of
chaos and darkness, there is purpose and design, "if (the poet speculates whimsically) design govern in
a thing so small."
The white color is generally a symbol of purity and innocence, but in this poem this color has been
contrasted with its meaning. The white color of the wicked flower heal-all (an ironic name) and the
white natural born killer spider bring forth the image of an actual horror scene and the innocence ness
of the white color does not matter here. So, in this respect, white color in this poem has been used as a
symbol of decay, death and destruction. It is the design of the god to bring them together and it is also
the dark design of nature to turn blue color heal-all flower into white, black color spider into white and
the moth into white. These three characters of death and disease are at the same place like the
ingredients of witch’s broth. This image does not bring the idea of life enhancing, but the image of
destruction, cruelty and dependency. By showing everything white so cruel and horrific, Frost infers
that darkness is everywhere, even under the hide of so called innocent people. Humanity is vulnerable
as the moth in the poem.
Design is, beyond doubt, a difficult and ambiguous poem. It is rich in symbolic interpretation. In the
words of Thompson, "For various and complicated reasons, his fluctuating and ambiguous viewpoint
mocks, at times, any complacent notions concerning a benevolent design in nature. One of his sonnets
which has occasionally been singled out for particular praise is a dark study in-white, ambiguously
entitled ‘Design’.”
Taken out of context, the sonnet might seem to carry overtones more ominous than the context of
Frost's other poems actually permits. By contrast, if this sonnet is considered in relation to the other
poems, it suggests not so much a mood of depressed brooding over "the design of darkness to appall"
but rather a grim pleasure in using such a peculiar exemplar for challenging and upsetting the smug
assurance of complacent orthodox belief concerning who steers what, where, and how. Yet this sonnet
resists even that much reduction. For Frost, the attempt to see clearly, and from all sides, requires a
willingness to confront the frightening and the appalling even in its darkest forms?' The poem,
presented in its entirely as above, follows the strict structure of a good sonnet.
Speaking of its artistic excellences, Reuben A. Brower remarks, "Few poems by Frost or more
perfectly and surely composed, few where the figure in the mind and in the ear are better matched."
There are "the daring use of tone end-rhymes," "the surprising and apt use of the many double and
triple stresses on successive syllables", and the weighting of rhythm evoking seemingly slight and
charming images."
AFTER APPLE-PICKING BY ROBERT FROST
After a long day’s work, the speaker is tired of apple picking. He has felt drowsy and dreamy since the
morning when he looked through a sheet of ice lifted from the surface of a water trough. Now he feels
tired, feels sleep coming on, but wonders whether it is a normal, end-of-the-day sleep or something
deeper.
Metaphorically, we may want to look at it as a poem about the effort of writing poetry. The cider-
apple heap then makes a nice metaphor for saved and recycled bits of poetry, and the long sleep
sounds like creative (permanent?) hibernation. This is one possible metaphoric substitution among
many; it seems plausible enough (though nowise definitive or exclusive). However, our search for
“ulteriority” may benefit from respecting, not replacing, the figure of the apples. Apple picking, in
Western civilization, has its own built-in metaphorical and allegorical universe, and we should
especially remember this when we read a poet whose work frequently revisits Eden and the Fall (c.f.
“Nothing Gold Can Stay,” “Never Again Would Birds’ Song Be the Same,” “It is Almost the Year
Two Thousand,” “The Oven Bird”). When the poet speaks of “the great harvest I myself desired,”
consider also what apples represent in Genesis: knowledge and some great, punishable claim to
godliness—creation and understanding, perhaps. This sends us scurrying back to lines 1and 2, where
the apple-picking ladder sticks through the tree “Toward heaven still.” What has this harvest been,
then, with its infinite fruits too many for one person to touch? What happens when such apples strike
the earth—are they really of no worth? And looked at in this new light, what does it mean to be “done
with apple-picking now”?
STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING BY ROBERT FROST
Lines 1 - 4
Starting off a poem with a possessive pronoun is a brave and unusual thing to do but Frost manages to
make it work, immediately grabbing the reader's attention. It's as if the speaker is sitting close by,
thinking out loud, perhaps whispering.
But this initial thought isn't crystal clear, the speaker only thinks he knows who owns the wood - the
first uncertainty is introduced - and he is making this statement to reassure himself as he comes to a
stop, breaking his journey.
There is a gentle, slightly mysterious atmosphere created by the second, third and fourth lines, all
suggesting that the owner of the woods lives elsewhere, is separate and won't see this visual
'trespasser' near the woods.
It's as if there's something clandestine going on, yet the image presented to the reader is as innocent as
a scene on a Christmas card. The rhythm of each line is steady, without variation, and there is nothing
odd about it at all.
Lines 5 - 8
The second stanza concentrates on the horse's reaction to the rider stopping. Enjambment, when one
line runs into another without a loss of sense, is employed throughout. In effect, this is one long
sentence, the syntax unbroken by punctuation.
Again the tetrameter reassures and lulls the reader into a false sense of security - the language is
simple yet the meaning can be taken two ways. Queer is a word that means odd or strange, and the
implication is that this person doesn't ordinarily stop to admire the view; he only stops at farmhouses,
to visit, to feed and water the horse?
Why stop tonight of all nights? It's December 21st, winter solstice, longest night of the year,
midwinter. Or is that word darkest misleading the reader? It is certainly winter, we know from the
snow and cold, but darkest could just mean that, deep into the night, dark as ever.
Here sits the rider on his horse in what appears to be inhospitable countryside, staying too long,
thinking too much? And all the long vowels tend to reinforce the lingering doubts of the horse.
Lines 9 - 12
The horse is uncertain, it shakes the bells on the harness, reminding the rider that this whole business -
stopping by the woods - is a tad disturbing. This isn't what they normally do. This is unfamiliar
territory.
It takes a creature like a horse, symbol of intuition, noble grace and sacrifice, to focus the rider's mind
on reality. They ought to be moving ahead; there's something about the way this person is fixed on the
woods that worries the horse, apart from the cold and dark.
There is no logical or direct rational answer given to the horse, there is just the speaker's observation
beautifully rendered in lines eleven and twelve, where alliteration and assonance join together in a
kind of gentle sound dance.
Lines 13 - 16
The final quatrain has the speaker again reaffirming the peace and haunting beauty of the snowy
woods. On another night perhaps he would have dismounted and gone into the trees, never to return?
The lure of idyllic nature, the distraction from the everyday, is a strong theme; how tempting just to
withdraw into the deep silence of the woods and leave the responsibilities of work and stress behind?
But the speaker, the rider, the contemplative man on the horse, the would-be suicide, is already
committed to his ongoing life. Loyalties forbid him to enter the dreamworld, as much as he would love
to chuck it all in and melt into the snowy scene, he cannot. Ever.
The last repeated lines confirm the reality of his situation. It will be a long time before he disengages
with the conscious world.
BRITISH DRAMA
WAITING FOR GODOT BY SAMUEL BECKETT
The play opens on an outdoor scene of two bedraggled companions: the philosophical Vladimir and
the weary Estragon who, at the moment, cannot remove his boots from his aching feet, finally
muttering, "Nothing to be done."[nb 1] Vladimir takes up the thought loftily, while Estragon vaguely
recalls having been beaten the night before. Finally, his boots come off, while the pair ramble and
bicker pointlessly. When Estragon suddenly decides to leave, Vladimir reminds him that they must
stay and wait for an unspecified person called Godot—a segment of dialogue that repeats often.
Unfortunately, the pair cannot agree on where or when they are expected to meet with this Godot.[nb
2] They only know to wait at a tree, and there is indeed a leafless one nearby.
Eventually, Estragon dozes off and Vladimir rouses him but then stops him before he can share his
dreams—another recurring activity between the two men. Estragon wants to hear an old joke, which
Vladimir cannot finish without going off to urinate, since every time he starts laughing, a kidney
ailment flares up. Upon Vladimir's return, the increasingly jaded Estragon suggests that they hang
themselves, but they abandon the idea when the logistics seem ineffective. They then speculate on the
potential rewards of continuing to wait for Godot, but can come to no definite conclusions.[7] When
Estragon declares his hunger, Vladimir provides a carrot (among a collection of turnips), at which
Estragon idly gnaws, loudly reiterating his boredom.
"A terrible cry"[8] heralds the entrance of Lucky, a silent, baggage-burdened slave with a rope tied
around his neck, and Pozzo, his arrogant and imperious master, who holds the other end and stops now
to rest. Pozzo barks abusive orders at Lucky, which are always quietly followed, while acting civilly
though tersely towards the other two. Pozzo enjoys a selfish snack of chicken and wine, before casting
the bones to the ground, which Estragon gleefully claims. Having been in a dumbfounded state of
silence ever since the arrival of Pozzo and Lucky, Vladimir finally finds his voice to shout criticisms
at Pozzo for his mistreatment of Lucky. Pozzo ignores this and explains his intention to sell Lucky,
who begins to cry. Estragon takes pity and tries to wipe away Lucky's tears, but, as he approaches,
Lucky violently kicks him in the shin. Pozzo then rambles nostalgically but vaguely about his
relationship with Lucky over the years, before offering Vladimir and Estragon some compensation for
their company. Estragon begins to beg for money when Pozzo instead suggests that Lucky can "dance"
and "think" for their entertainment. Lucky's dance, "the Net", is clumsy and shuffling; Lucky's
"thinking" is a long-winded and disjointed monologue—it is the first and only time that Lucky
speaks.[nb 3] The monologue begins as a relatively coherent and academic lecture on theology but
quickly dissolves into mindless verbosity, escalating in both volume and speed, that agonises the
others until Vladimir finally pulls off Lucky's hat, stopping him in mid-sentence. Pozzo then has
Lucky pack up his bags, and they hastily leave.
Vladimir and Estragon, alone again, reflect on whether they met Pozzo and Lucky before. A boy then
arrives, purporting to be a messenger sent from Godot to tell the pair that Godot will not be coming
that evening "but surely tomorrow".[10] During Vladimir's interrogation of the boy, he asks if he came
the day before, making it apparent that the two men have been waiting for a long period and will likely
continue. After the boy departs, the moon appears, and the two men verbally agree to leave and find
shelter for the night, but they merely stand without moving.
Act II
It is daytime again and Vladimir begins singing a recursive round about the death of a dog, but twice
forgets the lyrics as he sings.[nb 4][12] Again, Estragon claims to have been beaten last night, despite
no apparent injury. Vladimir comments that the formerly bare tree now has leaves and tries to confirm
his recollections of yesterday against Estragon's extremely vague, unreliable memory. Vladimir then
triumphantly produces evidence of the previous day's events by showing Estragon the wound from
when Lucky kicked him. Noticing Estragon's barefootedness, they also discover his previously
forsaken boots nearby, which Estragon insists are not his, although they fit him perfectly. With no
carrots left, Vladimir is turned down in offering Estragon a turnip or a radish. He then sings Estragon
to sleep with a lullaby before noticing further evidence to confirm his memory: Lucky's hat still lies on
the ground. This leads to his waking Estragon and involving him in a frenetic hat-swapping scene. The
two then wait again for Godot, while distracting themselves by playfully imitating Pozzo and Lucky,
firing insults at each other and then making up, and attempting some fitness routines—all of which fail
miserably and end quickly.
Suddenly, Pozzo and Lucky reappear, but the rope is much shorter than during their last visit, and
Lucky now guides Pozzo, rather than being controlled by him. As they arrive, Pozzo trips over Lucky
and they together fall into a motionless heap. Estragon sees an opportunity to exact revenge on Lucky
for kicking him earlier. The issue is debated lengthily until Pozzo shocks the pair by revealing that he
is now blind and Lucky is now mute. Pozzo further claims to have lost all sense of time, and assures
the others that he cannot remember meeting them before, but also does not expect to recall today's
events tomorrow. His commanding arrogance from yesterday appears to have been replaced by
humility and insight. His parting words—which Vladimir expands upon later—are ones of utter
despair.[13] Lucky and Pozzo depart; meanwhile Estragon has again fallen asleep.
Alone, Vladimir is encountered by (apparently) the same boy from yesterday, though Vladimir
wonders whether he might be the other boy's brother. This time, Vladimir begins consciously realising
the circular nature of his experiences: he even predicts exactly what the boy will say, involving the
same speech about Godot not arriving today but surely tomorrow. Vladimir seems to reach a moment
of revelation before furiously chasing the boy away, demanding that he be recognised the next time
they meet. Estragon awakes and pulls his boots off again. He and Vladimir consider hanging
themselves once more, but when they test the strength of Estragon's belt (hoping to use it as a noose),
it breaks and Estragon's trousers fall down. They resolve tomorrow to bring a more suitable piece of
rope and, if Godot fails to arrive, to commit suicide at last. Again, they decide to clear out for the
night, but again, they do not move.
AMERICAN DRAMA
DEATH OF A SALESMAN BY ARTHUR MILLER
As a flute melody plays, Willy Loman returns to his home in Brooklyn one night, exhausted from a
failed sales trip. His wife, Linda, tries to persuade him to ask his boss, Howard Wagner, to let him
work in New York so that he won’t have to travel. Willy says that he will talk to Howard the next day.
Willy complains that Biff, his older son who has come back home to visit, has yet to make something
of himself. Linda scolds Willy for being so critical, and Willy goes to the kitchen for a snack.
As Willy talks to himself in the kitchen, Biff and his younger brother, Happy, who is also visiting,
reminisce about their adolescence and discuss their father’s babbling, which often includes criticism of
Biff’s failure to live up to Willy’s expectations. As Biff and Happy, dissatisfied with their lives,
fantasize about buying a ranch out West, Willy becomes immersed in a daydream. He praises his sons,
now younger, who are washing his car. The young Biff, a high school football star, and the young
Happy appear. They interact affectionately with their father, who has just returned from a business
trip. Willy confides in Biff and Happy that he is going to open his own business one day, bigger than
that owned by his neighbor, Charley. Charley’s son, Bernard, enters looking for Biff, who must study
for math class in order to avoid failing. Willy points out to his sons that although Bernard is smart, he
is not “well liked,” which will hurt him in the long run.
A younger Linda enters, and the boys leave to do some chores. Willy boasts of a phenomenally
successful sales trip, but Linda coaxes him into revealing that his trip was actually only meagerly
successful. Willy complains that he soon won’t be able to make all of the payments on their appliances
and car. He complains that people don’t like him and that he’s not good at his job. As Linda consoles
him, he hears the laughter of his mistress. He approaches The Woman, who is still laughing, and
engages in another reminiscent daydream. Willy and The Woman flirt, and she thanks him for giving
her stockings.
The Woman disappears, and Willy fades back into his prior daydream, in the kitchen. Linda, now
mending stockings, reassures him. He scolds her mending and orders her to throw the stockings out.
Bernard bursts in, again looking for Biff. Linda reminds Willy that Biff has to return a football that he
stole, and she adds that Biff is too rough with the neighborhood girls. Willy hears The Woman laugh
and explodes at Bernard and Linda. Both leave, and though the daydream ends, Willy continues to
mutter to himself. The older Happy comes downstairs and tries to quiet Willy. Agitated, Willy shouts
his regret about not going to Alaska with his brother, Ben, who eventually found a diamond mine in
Africa and became rich. Charley, having heard the commotion, enters. Happy goes off to bed, and
Willy and Charley begin to play cards. Charley offers Willy a job, but Willy, insulted, refuses it. As
they argue, Willy imagines that Ben enters. Willy accidentally calls Charley Ben. Ben inspects Willy’s
house and tells him that he has to catch a train soon to look at properties in Alaska. As Willy talks to
Ben about the prospect of going to Alaska, Charley, seeing no one there, gets confused and questions
Willy. Willy yells at Charley, who leaves. The younger Linda enters and Ben meets her. Willy asks
Ben impatiently about his life. Ben recounts his travels and talks about their father. As Ben is about to
leave, Willy daydreams further, and Charley and Bernard rush in to tell him that Biff and Happy are
stealing lumber. Although Ben eventually leaves, Willy continues to talk to him.
Back in the present, the older Linda enters to find Willy outside. Biff and Happy come downstairs and
discuss Willy’s condition with their mother. Linda scolds Biff for judging Willy harshly. Biff tells her
that he knows Willy is a fake, but he refuses to elaborate. Linda mentions that Willy has tried to
commit suicide. Happy grows angry and rebukes Biff for his failure in the business world. Willy
enters and yells at Biff. Happy intervenes and eventually proposes that he and Biff go into the sporting
goods business together. Willy immediately brightens and gives Biff a host of tips about asking for a
loan from one of Biff’s old employers, Bill Oliver. After more arguing and reconciliation, everyone
finally goes to bed.
Act II opens with Willy enjoying the breakfast that Linda has made for him. Willy ponders the bright-
seeming future before getting angry again about his expensive appliances. Linda informs Willy that
Biff and Happy are taking him out to dinner that night. Excited, Willy announces that he is going to
make Howard Wagner give him a New York job. The phone rings, and Linda chats with Biff,
reminding him to be nice to his father at the restaurant that night.
As the lights fade on Linda, they come up on Howard playing with a wire recorder in his office. Willy
tries to broach the subject of working in New York, but Howard interrupts him and makes him listen
to his kids and wife on the wire recorder. When Willy finally gets a word in, Howard rejects his plea.
Willy launches into a lengthy recalling of how a legendary salesman named Dave Singleman inspired
him to go into sales. Howard leaves and Willy gets angry. Howard soon re-enters and tells Willy to
take some time off. Howard leaves and Ben enters, inviting Willy to join him in Alaska. The younger
Linda enters and reminds Willy of his sons and job. The young Biff enters, and Willy praises Biff’s
prospects and the fact that he is well liked.
Ben leaves and Bernard rushes in, eagerly awaiting Biff’s big football game. Willy speaks
optimistically to Biff about the game. Charley enters and teases Willy about the game. As Willy
chases Charley off, the lights rise on a different part of the stage. Willy continues yelling from
offstage, and Jenny, Charley’s secretary, asks a grown-up Bernard to quiet him down. Willy enters and
prattles on about a “very big deal” that Biff is working on. Daunted by Bernard’s success (he mentions
to Willy that he is going to Washington to fight a case), Willy asks Bernard why Biff turned out to be
such a failure. Bernard asks Willy what happened in Boston that made Biff decide not to go to summer
school. Willy defensively tells Bernard not to blame him.
Charley enters and sees Bernard off. When Willy asks for more money than Charley usually loans
him, Charley again offers Willy a job. Willy again refuses and eventually tells Charley that he was
fired. Charley scolds Willy for always needing to be liked and angrily gives him the money. Calling
Charley his only friend, Willy exits on the verge of tears.
At Frank’s Chop House, Happy helps Stanley, a waiter, prepare a table. They ogle and chat up a girl,
Miss Forsythe, who enters the restaurant. Biff enters, and Happy introduces him to Miss Forsythe,
continuing to flirt with her. Miss Forsythe, a call girl, leaves to telephone another call girl (at Happy’s
request), and Biff spills out that he waited six hours for Bill Oliver and Oliver didn’t even recognize
him. Upset at his father’s unrelenting misconception that he, Biff, was a salesman for Oliver, Biff
plans to relieve Willy of his illusions. Willy enters, and Biff tries gently, at first, to tell him what
happened at Oliver’s office. Willy blurts out that he was fired. Stunned, Biff again tries to let Willy
down easily. Happy cuts in with remarks suggesting Biff’s success, and Willy eagerly awaits the good
news.
Biff finally explodes at Willy for being unwilling to listen. The young Bernard runs in shouting for
Linda, and Biff, Happy, and Willy start to argue. As Biff explains what happened, their conversation
recedes into the background. The young Bernard tells Linda that Biff failed math. The restaurant
conversation comes back into focus and Willy criticizes Biff for failing math. Willy then hears the
voice of the hotel operator in Boston and shouts that he is not in his room. Biff scrambles to quiet
Willy and claims that Oliver is talking to his partner about giving Biff the money. Willy’s renewed
interest and probing questions irk Biff more, and he screams at Willy. Willy hears The Woman laugh
and he shouts back at Biff, hitting him and staggering. Miss Forsythe enters with another call girl,
Letta. Biff helps Willy to the washroom and, finding Happy flirting with the girls, argues with him
about Willy. Biff storms out, and Happy follows with the girls.
Willy and The Woman enter, dressing themselves and flirting. The door knocks and Willy hurries The
Woman into the bathroom. Willy answers the door; the young Biff enters and tells Willy that he failed
math. Willy tries to usher him out of the room, but Biff imitates his math teacher’s lisp, which elicits
laughter from Willy and The Woman. Willy tries to cover up his indiscretion, but Biff refuses to
believe his stories and storms out, dejected, calling Willy a “phony little fake.” Back in the restaurant,
Stanley helps Willy up. Willy asks him where he can find a seed store. Stanley gives him directions to
one, and Willy hurries off.
The light comes up on the Loman kitchen, where Happy enters looking for Willy. He moves into the
living room and sees Linda. Biff comes inside and Linda scolds the boys and slaps away the flowers in
Happy’s hand. She yells at them for abandoning Willy. Happy attempts to appease her, but Biff goes
in search of Willy. He finds Willy planting seeds in the garden with a flashlight. Willy is consulting
Ben about a $20,000 proposition. Biff approaches him to say goodbye and tries to bring him inside.
Willy moves into the house, followed by Biff, and becomes angry again about Biff’s failure. Happy
tries to calm Biff, but Biff and Willy erupt in fury at each other. Biff starts to sob, which touches
Willy. Everyone goes to bed except Willy, who renews his conversation with Ben, elated at how great
Biff will be with $20,000 of insurance money. Linda soon calls out for Willy but gets no response.
Biff and Happy listen as well. They hear Willy’s car speed away.
In the requiem, Linda and Happy stand in shock after Willy’s poorly attended funeral. Biff states that
Willy had the wrong dreams. Charley defends Willy as a victim of his profession. Ready to leave, Biff
invites Happy to go back out West with him. Happy declares that he will stick it out in New York to
validate Willy’s death. Linda asks Willy for forgiveness for being unable to cry. She begins to sob,
repeating “We’re free. . . .” All exit, and the flute melody is heard as the curtain falls.
BRITISH PROSE
MRS. DALLOWAY BY VIRGINIA WOOLF
Mrs. Dalloway covers one day from morning to night in one woman’s life. Clarissa Dalloway, an
upper-class housewife, walks through her London neighborhood to prepare for the party she will host
that evening. When she returns from flower shopping, an old suitor and friend, Peter Walsh, drops by
her house unexpectedly. The two have always judged each other harshly, and their meeting in the
present intertwines with their thoughts of the past. Years earlier, Clarissa refused Peter’s marriage
proposal, and Peter has never quite gotten over it. Peter asks Clarissa if she is happy with her husband,
Richard, but before she can answer, her daughter, Elizabeth, enters the room. Peter leaves and goes to
Regent’s Park. He thinks about Clarissa’s refusal, which still obsesses him.
The point of view then shifts to Septimus, a veteran of World War I who was injured in trench warfare
and now suffers from shell shock. Septimus and his Italian wife, Lucrezia, pass time in Regent’s Park.
They are waiting for Septimus’s appointment with Sir William Bradshaw, a celebrated psychiatrist.
Before the war, Septimus was a budding young poet and lover of Shakespeare; when the war broke
out, he enlisted immediately for romantic patriotic reasons. He became numb to the horrors of war and
its aftermath: when his friend Evans died, he felt little sadness. Now Septimus sees nothing of worth in
the England he fought for, and he has lost the desire to preserve either his society or himself. Suicidal,
he believes his lack of feeling is a crime. Clearly Septimus’s experiences in the war have permanently
scarred him, and he has serious mental problems. However, Sir William does not listen to what
Septimus says and diagnoses “a lack of proportion.” Sir William plans to separate Septimus from
Lucrezia and send him to a mental institution in the country.
Richard Dalloway eats lunch with Hugh Whitbread and Lady Bruton, members of high society. The
men help Lady Bruton write a letter to the Times, London's largest newspaper. After lunch, Richard
returns home to Clarissa with a large bunch of roses. He intends to tell her that he loves her but finds
that he cannot, because it has been so long since he last said it. Clarissa considers the void that exists
between people, even between husband and wife. Even though she values the privacy she is able to
maintain in her marriage, considering it vital to the success of the relationship, at the same time she
finds slightly disturbing the fact that Richard doesn’t know everything about her. Clarissa sees off
Elizabeth and her history teacher, Miss Kilman, who are going shopping. The two older women
despise one another passionately, each believing the other to be an oppressive force over Elizabeth.
Meanwhile, Septimus and Lucrezia are in their apartment, enjoying a moment of happiness together
before the men come to take Septimus to the asylum. One of Septimus’s doctors, Dr. Holmes, arrives,
and Septimus fears the doctor will destroy his soul. In order to avoid this fate, he jumps from a
window to his death.
Peter hears the ambulance go by to pick up Septimus’s body and marvels ironically at the level of
London’s civilization. He goes to Clarissa’s party, where most of the novel’s major characters are
assembled. Clarissa works hard to make her party a success but feels dissatisfied by her own role and
acutely conscious of Peter’s critical eye. All the partygoers, but especially Peter and Sally Seton, have,
to some degree, failed to accomplish the dreams of their youth. Though the social order is undoubtedly
changing, Elizabeth and the members of her generation will probably repeat the errors of Clarissa’s
generation. Sir William Bradshaw arrives late, and his wife explains that one of his patients, the young
veteran (Septimus), has committed suicide. Clarissa retreats to the privacy of a small room to consider
Septimus’s death. She understands that he was overwhelmed by life and that men like Sir William
make life intolerable. She identifies with Septimus, admiring him for having taken the plunge and for
not compromising his soul. She feels, with her comfortable position as a society hostess, responsible
for his death. The party nears its close as guests begin to leave. Clarissa enters the room, and her
presence fills Peter with a great excitement.