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Bartleby, the Bot
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A bot that posts a random line from Herman Melville's "Bartleby, the Scrivener". Created by @adamvinueza.me.
But upon second thoughts the success of the plan seemed rather dubious.
November 11, 2025 at 10:06 PM
What I saw that morning persuaded me that the scrivener was the victim of innate and incurable disorder.
November 11, 2025 at 9:06 PM
Under the circumstances, those books induced a salutary feeling.
November 11, 2025 at 8:07 PM
Now what sort of business would you like to engage in?
November 11, 2025 at 7:06 PM
It was Bartleby.
November 11, 2025 at 6:06 PM
"What do you mean?"
November 11, 2025 at 5:06 PM
"Eh!—He’s asleep, ain’t he?"
November 11, 2025 at 4:06 PM
"No, I would not like a clerkship; but I am not particular."
November 11, 2025 at 3:06 PM
"Good-by, Bartleby; I am going—good-by, and God some way bless you; and take that," slipping something in his hand.
November 11, 2025 at 2:06 PM
Also, they sent Ginger Nut very frequently for that peculiar cake—small, flat, round, and very spicy—after which he had been named by them.
November 11, 2025 at 1:06 PM
Every copyist is bound to help examine his copy.
November 11, 2025 at 12:07 PM
I walked homeward, thinking what I would do with Bartleby.
November 11, 2025 at 11:07 AM
In answer to my advertisement, a motionless young man one morning stood upon my office threshold, the door being open, for it was summer.
November 11, 2025 at 10:07 AM
I hinted that of course he did wisely in abstaining from writing for a while; and urged him to embrace that opportunity of taking wholesome exercise in the open air.
November 11, 2025 at 9:06 AM
But he made no motion.
November 11, 2025 at 8:06 AM
The door was locked.
November 11, 2025 at 7:08 AM
Some days passed, the scrivener being employed upon another lengthy work.
November 11, 2025 at 6:06 AM
But it dropped upon the floor, and then—strange to say—I tore myself from him whom I had so longed to be rid of.
November 11, 2025 at 5:06 AM
"Ginger Nut," said I, willing to enlist the smallest suffrage in my behalf, "what do _you_ think of it?"
November 11, 2025 at 4:07 AM
I shall not see you again; so good-by to you.
November 11, 2025 at 3:06 AM
Immediately it occurred to me that my ears had deceived me, or Bartleby had entirely misunderstood my meaning.
November 11, 2025 at 2:06 AM
And so I kept veering about.
November 11, 2025 at 1:06 AM
Owing to the great height of the surrounding buildings, and my chambers being on the second floor, the interval between this wall and mine not a little resembled a huge square cistern.
November 11, 2025 at 12:06 AM
I was touched.
November 10, 2025 at 11:06 PM
It became necessary to examine them.
November 10, 2025 at 10:05 PM