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A STORY OF WALL-STREET.
No answer.
I threw open the folding-doors near by, and turning
upon Turkey and
Nippers, exclaimed in an excited manner--
"Bartleby!"
No answer.
No answer.
"Bartleby," I roared.
No reply.
"Bartleby," said I, in a still gentler tone, "come
here; I am not going
to ask you to do any thing you would prefer not to do--
I simply wish to
speak to you."
"No more."
"And what is the reason?"
"You _must_."
He remained silent.
It was Bartleby.
He answered nothing.
He answered nothing.
Also, when a Reference was going on, and the room full
of lawyers and
witnesses and business was driving fast; some deeply
occupied legal
gentleman present, seeing Bartleby wholly unemployed,
would request him
to run round to his (the legal gentleman's) office and
fetch some papers
for him. Thereupon, Bartleby would tranquilly decline,
and yet remain
idle as before. Then the lawyer would give a great
stare, and turn to
me. And what could I say? At last I was made aware
that all through
the circle of my professional acquaintance, a whisper
of wonder was
running round, having reference to the strange creature
I kept at my
office. This worried me very much. And as the idea
came upon me of his
possibly turning out a long-lived man, and keep
occupying my chambers,
and denying my authority; and perplexing my visitors;
and scandalizing
my professional reputation; and casting a general gloom
over the
premises; keeping soul and body together to the last
upon his savings
(for doubtless he spent but half a dime a day), and in
the end perhaps
outlive me, and claim possession of my office by right
of his perpetual
occupancy: as all these dark anticipations crowded upon
me more and
more, and my friends continually intruded their
relentless remarks upon
the apparition in my room; a great change was wrought
in me. I resolved
to gather all my faculties together, and for ever rid
me of this
intolerable incubus.
No answer.
"Bartleby!"
"Yes."
He said it was.
"I saw him coming from his cell not long ago," said a
turnkey, "may be
he's gone to loiter in the yards."
* * * * * * * *
Ah Bartleby! Ah humanity!