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"What is your answer, Bartleby?” said I, after waiting a considerable time for a reply, during which his countenance remained immovable, only there was the faintest conceivable tremor of the white attenuated mouth.
“At present I prefer to give no answer,” he said, and retired into his hermitage.
Herman Melville: Bartleby the Scrivener, 1853.
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http://www.flickr.com/photos/kaspar_hauser/
“At present I prefer to give no answer,” he said, and retired into his hermitage.
Herman Melville: Bartleby the Scrivener, 1853.
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http://www.flickr.com/photos/kaspar_hauser/
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