Death of a Salesman: Willy Loman, for all his fervent dreams of the future and his fierce argument with the past, never, ever, occupies his present. Even as he fights, fumes and flounders, he is sensationally absent from his life, a kind of living ghost. It is existence itself, not success, that eludes him. He inhabits a vast, restless, awful, and awesome isolation, which is both his folly and his tragedy.
