![]() ![]() Presently I felt something there, and dragged it out. The pigeon holes were deep, and removing the files of documents, I Mine, and its contents too, so I will make bold to look within. I mean no mischief, seek the gratification of no heartless curiosity, thought I besides, the desk is Suddenly I was attracted by Bartleby’s closed desk, the key in open sight left in the lock. Out, among uncaring strangers, in its shivering winding sheet. The scrivener’s pale form appeared to me laid Presentiments of strange discoveries hovered round me. These sad fancyings-chimeras, doubtless, of a sick and sillyīrain-led on to other and more special thoughts, concerning the eccentricities of Bartleby. Myself, Ah, happiness courts the light, so we deem the world is gay but misery hides aloof, so weĭeem that misery there is none. Remembered the bright silks and sparkling faces I had seen that day, in gala trim, swan-like sailingĭown the Mississippi of Broadway and I contrasted them with the pallid copyist, and thought to ![]() A fraternal melancholy! For both I and Bartleby were sons of Adam. Never experienced aught but a not-unpleasing sadness. For the first time in my life a feeling of overpowering stinging melancholy seized me. ![]()
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