Bartleby's Continued Presence and Narrator's Reflection

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# Bartleby's Continued Presence and Narrator's Reflection ## Overview - What this is (type, form, dates, scope) This is a segment extracted from the short story "[Bartleby, The Scrivener](arke:01KG6YFY3GPNBP5AAFESQKDTDR)" by Herman Melville, labeled "Bartleby's Continued Presence and Narrator's Reflection". The segment, extracted on January 30, 2026, spans lines 1112-1134 of the source text file, "[bartleby_the_scrivener.txt](arke:01KG6YDD8YHX9PCQE3NTAG8XF1)". It is part of the larger "Melville" collection ([arke:01KG6YCG626JN4FCG8QK17CQCF]). ## Context - Background and provenance from related entities This segment follows "[Narrator's Internal Conflict and Resignation](arke:01KG6YGC7MB07Y1SFBEVJ22GHW)" and precedes "[Narrator's reflections and Bartleby's peculiar behavior causing concern](arke:01KG6YGC7TRX99Z1RM8V2YAK27)" within the short story. The text was extracted by the "structure-extraction-lambda" tool. The short story itself is contained within the text file "bartleby_the_scrivener.txt", which is part of the "Melville" collection. ## Contents - What it contains, key subjects and details The segment describes the narrator's continued attempts to understand and cope with Bartleby's increasingly peculiar behavior. The narrator reflects on Bartleby's persistent presence in the office and his refusal to leave, even as the narrator attempts to ignore him. The narrator considers the situation predestined, and resigns himself to Bartleby's presence, finding a strange sense of privacy in it.

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Bartleby's Continued Presence and Narrator's Reflection

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1134

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I endeavored also immediately to occupy myself, and at the same time to comfort my despondency. I tried to fancy that in the course of the morning, at such time as might prove agreeable to him, Bartleby, of his own free accord, would emerge from his hermitage, and take up some decided line of march in the direction of the door. But no. Half-past twelve o’clock came; Turkey began to glow in the face, overturn his inkstand, and become generally obstreperous; Nippers abated down into quietude and courtesy; Ginger Nut munched his noon apple; and Bartleby remained standing at his window in one of his profoundest dead-wall reveries. Will it be credited? Ought I to acknowledge it? That afternoon I left the office without saying one further word to him. Some days now passed, during which, at leisure intervals I looked a little into “Edwards on the Will,” and “Priestly on Necessity.” Under the circumstances, those books induced a salutary feeling. Gradually I slid into the persuasion that these troubles of mine touching the scrivener, had been all predestinated from eternity, and Bartleby was billeted upon me for some mysterious purpose of an all-wise Providence, which it was not for a mere mortal like me to fathom. Yes, Bartleby, stay there behind your screen, thought I; I shall persecute you no more; you are harmless and noiseless as any of these old chairs; in short, I never feel so private as when I know you are here. At last I see it, I feel it; I penetrate to the predestinated purpose of my life.

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Bartleby's Continued Presence and Narrator's Reflection