“I am a rather elderly man. The nature of my avocations for the last thirty years has brought me into more than ordinary contact with what would seem an interesting and somewhat singular set of men…” Take up a post in the chambers at No. — Wall-street, and see what may be done about the new scrivener, who would prefer not to.
Choose your clerk
WASD or arrows to move, mouse to aim. Left click or J to strike, right click or K to throw. Space or L for your special. E to speak, Q to eat a ginger-nut.
Drag the left disc to walk. Throws aim themselves at the nearest foe. Speak when the name appears at the bottom.
The office clock runs from nine to six. Turkey grows fierce and careless after noon; Nippers is at his sharpest before it.
The tale is told
Some months after, a rumor reached the chambers. Bartleby, it was said, had been a subordinate clerk in the Dead Letter Office at Washington, and had been suddenly removed by a change in the administration. Letters sent in haste and hope, never reaching their mark, sorted for the flames.
“Dead letters! does it not sound like dead men?”