“The interior was unprosperous and bare (boring, nothing there); the only car visible was the dust-covered wreck of a Ford which crouched in a dim corner (The car is like Wilson, burnt out and tired). It had occurred to me that this shadow of a garage must be a blind, and that sumptuous and romantic apartments were concealed overhead (The garage was horrible and the apartments above aren’t much better but Wilson wants them to be), when the proprietor himself appeared in the door of an office, wiping his hands on a piece of waste. He was a blond, spiritless man, anaemic (Wilson was like a ghost or a corpse, no energy or meaning), and faintly handsome. When he saw us a damp gleam of hope sprang into his light blue eyes (Wilson wanted to make money, he is very poor and doesn’t get much business so he wants to finally get customers.).”
Wilson is like everyone in the Valley of ashes, he is desperate for business and money. He is stuck in the poverty cycle and is unable to get out, making him a permanent resident of the valley of ashes. Once you start there, you can’t get out.
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