It’s like an actor saying ‘It’s all right. I came back”-words that to Miller spoke “the whole disaster in a nutshell.” He says, “I mean, imagine a salesman who can’t get past Yonkers. Miller had a play in mind, too his impulse for the cabin was “to sit in the middle of it, and shut the door, and let things happen.” All Miller knew about his new play was that it would be centered on a travelling salesman who would die at the end and that two of the lines were “Willy?” “It’s all right. “I had never built a building in my life.” “It was a purely instinctive act,” Miller, who long ago traded up from that first forty-four-acre property to a four-hundred-acre spread on Painter Hill, a few miles down the road, told me recently. On a crisp April weekend in 1948, Arthur Miller, then only thirty-three and enjoying the first flush of fame after the Broadway success the previous year of “All My Sons,” waved goodbye to his first wife, Mary, and their two young kids, in Brooklyn, and set off for Roxbury, Connecticut, where he intended to build a cabin on a hillock just behind a Colonial house he had recently purchased for the family, which stood at the aptly named crossroads of Tophet (another name for Hell) and Gold Mine.
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