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64 pages, Paperback
First published December 1, 1853
Ah, happiness courts the light so we deem the world is gay. But misery hides aloof so we deem that misery there is none.
“Nada exaspera más a una persona seria que una resistencia pasiva. Si el individuo resistido no es inhumano y el individuo resistente es inofensivo en su pasividad, el primero, en sus mejores momentos, caritativamente procurará que su imaginación interprete lo que su entendimiento no puede resolver.”Y he pensado si no será esto mismo que sentimos ante el cuento lo que siente el abogado ante su subordinado Bartleby.
«Hablar -parecen indicarnos tanto Wakefield como Bartleby- es pactar con el sinsentido del existir. En los dos habita una profunda negación del mundo.»Y entre el "negar al mundo" del escribiente y la reacción melancólica y de sincera lástima ante la desolación de Bartleby del abogado, no hay color.
Dead letters! does it not sound like dead men? Conceive a man by nature and misfortune prone to a pallid hopelessness, can any business seem more fitted to heighten it than that of continually handling these dead letters, and assorting them for the flames? ... a bank-note sent in swiftest charity:—he whom it would relieve, nor eats nor hungers any more; pardon for those who died despairing; hope for those who died unhoping; good tidings for those who died stifled by unrelieved calamities. On errands of life, these letters speed to death.Gah! Those last lines killed me!
"13 For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept; then would I have been at restJob 3:13-15 (KJV) - It's a reference not just to death, but to a certain equality men have in death, despite their differences in worldly fortunes. Food for thought, like so much of this story!
14 with kings and counselors of the earth, who built desolate places for themselves,
15 or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver"
آهٍ يا بارتلبي! آهٍ أيتها الإنسانية!
But I would prefer not to.I could urge you to frame that calamitous Bartleby whose 'selective' inveterate muteness is either enhancing your tolerance reserves or sharpening your fighting skills.
But I would prefer not to.I could exhort you to unsuccessfully debase this Bartleby’s assiduity in light of his proven peculiarity.
But I would prefer not to.I could ask you the reason behind your acquiescence of this Bartleby's presence in your life and compel you to accept this Bartleby's apparent expertise in disarming your faculties.
But I would prefer not to.I could challenge you to tear open your heart and then smirk at the sight of Bartleby's shades in it.
But I would prefer not to.I could ask you to stop reading this annoying review right now and instead read the amusing novella by Herman Melville chartering the life of a benevolent employer and his eccentric scrivener, Bartleby.
But I would prefer not to.
...happiness courts the light, so we deem the world is gay; but misery hides aloof, so we deem that misery there is none. (15)
Conceive a man by nature and misfortune prone to a pallid hopelessness, can any business seem more fitted to heighten it than that of continually handling these dead letters, and assorting them for the flames? (30)
I can see that figure now—pallidly neat, pitiably respectable, incurably forlorn! (7)