Pozzo tells me that money is hard to come these days, and many men and women do not have a purpose in life. He tells me that I am lucky to be his Lucky. While I am not free to think or speak of my own accord, I have never gone without food or without a purpose. I suppose I should be grateful that I am employed to my master, because he reminds me constantly that he would kill me before he would abandon me. It would be a kind death. What would I do if I was not tied to Pozzo? Employment is scarce, and I have no viable skills. Nor do I have any money or connections, which Pozzo claims is essential to survival.
The economy of the surrounding area is drowning in debt. I would rather die than have debt. One thing about being a slave is that I have no debt to pay, just a job to do. Pozzo needs me, and I need him. I will settle for being content with my place in life, for the time being.
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