... a motionless young man one morning stood upon my office threshold, the door open, for it was summer. I can see that figure now-pallidly neat, pitiably respectable, incurably forlorn! It was Bartleby. I should have started before that ground glass folding doors divided my premises into 2 parts, one of which was occupied by my scriveners, the other myself. It is a very dull, wearisome ... , and lethargic affair. I can readily imagine that, to some sanguine temperaments, it would be altogether intolerable. I cannot credit that the mettlesome poet, Byron, would have contentedly sat down with ...

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