Bartleby the Scrivener: A Tale of Wall Street
Bartleby the Scrivener: A Tale of Wall Street
Bartleby the Scrivener: A Tale of Wall Street
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BENITO CERENO 103<br />
surveying <strong>the</strong> white faces, here and <strong>the</strong>re sparsely mixed<br />
in with <strong>the</strong> blacks, like stray white pawns venturously<br />
involved in <strong>the</strong> ranks <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> chessmen opposed.<br />
While thinking which <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m to select for his purpose,<br />
he chanced to observe a sailor seated on <strong>the</strong> deck engaged<br />
in tarring <strong>the</strong>. strap <strong>of</strong> a large block, a circle <strong>of</strong> blacks<br />
squatted round him inquisitively eyeing <strong>the</strong> process.<br />
The mean employment <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> man was in contrast<br />
with something superior in his figure. His hand, black<br />
with continually thrusting it into <strong>the</strong> tar-pot held for<br />
him by a negro, seemed not naturally allied to his<br />
face, a face which would have been a very fine one but<br />
for its haggardness. Whe<strong>the</strong>r this haggardness had<br />
aught to do with criminality, could not be determined ;<br />
since, as intense heat and cold, though unlike, produce<br />
like sensations, so innocence and guilt, when, through<br />
casual association with mental pain, stamping any visible<br />
impress, use one seal— a hacked one.<br />
Not again that this reflection occurred to Captain<br />
Delano at <strong>the</strong> time, charitable man as he was. Ra<strong>the</strong>r<br />
ano<strong>the</strong>r idea. Because observing so singular a haggardness<br />
combined with a dark eye, averted as in trouble<br />
and shame, and <strong>the</strong>n again recalling Don Benito's con-<br />
fessed ill opinion <strong>of</strong> his crew, insensibly he was operated<br />
upon by certain general notions which, while discon-<br />
necting pain and abashment from virtue, invariably link<br />
<strong>the</strong>m with vice.<br />
If, indeed, <strong>the</strong>re be any wickedness on board this<br />
ship, thought Captain Delano, be sure that man <strong>the</strong>re<br />
has fouled his hand in it, even as now he fouls it in<br />
<strong>the</strong> pitch. I don't like to accost him. I will speak<br />
to this o<strong>the</strong>r, this old Jack here on <strong>the</strong> windlass.<br />
He advanced to an old Barcelona tar, in ragged red<br />
breeches and dirty night-cap, cheeks trenched and<br />
bronzed, whiskers dense as thorn hedges. Seated be-