SECTION A: DRAMA ARTHUR MILLER: Death of a Salesman Read this extract, and then answer the question that follows it: Biff: Because I know he's a fake and he doesn't like anybody around who knows! Linda: Why a fake? In what way? What do you mean? Biff: Just don't lay it all at my feet. It's between me and him – that's all I have to say. I'll chip in from now on. He'll settle for half my pay cheque. He'll be all right. I'm going to bed. [He starts for the stairs.] Linda: He won't be all right. Biff: [turning on the stairs, furiously] I hate this city and I'll stay here. Now what do you want? Linda: He's dying, Biff. [Happy turns quickly to her, shocked.] Biff: [after a pause] Why is he dying? Linda: He's been trying to kill himself. Biff: [with great horror] How? Linda: I live from day to day. Biff: What're you talking about? Linda: Remember I wrote you that he smashed up the car again? In February? Biff: Well? Linda: The insurance inspector came. He said that they have evidence. That all these accidents in the last year weren't weren't accidents. Happy: How can they tell that? That's a lie. Linda: It seems there's a woman [She takes a breath as] Biff: [sharply but contained] [ What woman? Linda: [simultaneously] } and this woman Linda: What? Biff: Nothing. Go ahead. Linda: What did you say? Biff: Nothing. I just said what woman? Happy: What about her? Linda: Well, it seems she was walking down the road and saw his car. She says that he wasn't driving fast at all, and that he didn't skid. She says he came to that little bridge, and then deliberately smashed into the railing, and it was only the shallowness of the water that saved him. Biff: Oh, no, he probably just fell asleep again. Linda: I don't think he fell asleep. Biff: Why not? Linda: Last month ... [With great difficulty] Oh, boys, it's so hard to say a thing like this! He's just a big stupid man to you, but I tell you there's more good in him than in many other people. [She chokes, wipes her eyes.] I was looking for a fuse. The lights blew out, and I went down the cellar. And behind the fuse-box - it happened to fall out - was a length of rubber pipe – just short. Happy: No kidding? Linda: There's a little attachment on the end of it. I knew right away. And sure enough, on the bottom of the water heater there's a new little nipple on the gas pipe. Happy: [angrily] That – jerk. Biff: Did you have it taken off? Linda: I'm - I'm ashamed to. How can I mention it to him? Every day I go down and take away that little rubber pipe. But, when he comes home, I put it back where it was. How can I insult him that way? I don't know what to do. I live from day to day, boys. I tell you, I know every thought in his mind. It sounds so old- fashioned and silly, but I tell you he put his whole life into you and you've turned your backs on him. [She is bent over in the chair, weeping, her face in her hands.] Biff, I swear to God! Biff, his life is in your hands! Happy: [to Biff] How do you like that damned fool! Biff: [kissing her] All right, pal, all right.