Friday, May 31, 2019

Melville :: essays research papers

HERMAN MELVILLEBartleby, the scrivener, is a very interesting reading that shows us in a very lighten way the different forms of alienation alienation from work, alienation from other people, and alienation from the natural world.Bartleby was a scrivener in fact, he was the strangest scrivener ever seen. He found a job in the bottom of one of the several huge buildings in Wall Street moreover, his desk was placed in a corner, with a window that presented no view at all, and consequently, a few light. He had two partners Turkey, and Nippers. However, non of them were the ideal partners for him. Turkey had a flighty temper, and Nippers, a fiery one.At first, Bartleby worked very hard, copying an extraordinary vast quantity of writing. As his boss says, for him, there was no pause for digestion. However, things changed with snip. One day, the boss asked Bartleby to review a story with him, and to his surprised, Bartleby replied I would like not to. The boss ignored such behavior th e first time because he needed him, and he worked well. However, such sentence, I would prefer not to became more normal, and even familiar. Bartleby carefully revolved any statement that his boss made. As a consequence, after that moment, Bartleby refused many other things from not button to the post office, to not going next door, and even to not going back home. At the end, Bartleby preferred not to work, and consequently, he was fired. However, when the boss asked him to leave, he got the same(p) answer I prefer not to. As a result, Bartleby stayed there until the boss and all their partners moved to another place. However, when the new owners of the building came in, and as a consequence of the same answer, Bartleby went to prison. The text ends with Bartleby in prison refusing to eat, and therefore, preferring to die from starvation.The place where he worked in the bottom of Wall Street, his partners, and his unchallenging job alienated him as time passes to the extend that h e didnt want to do anything at all.

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