We meet again, Bartleby! Your scrivening days were always numbered, that restless soul can't copy lawyering and live. You knew that, didn't you? But you wanted to go out on top of a chair in an office that no one could make you leave (not while following the conventions of the day). You, unconventional passer-by, you've gone away and ignored the please and thank you very much for giving me what I asked when I asked, hungry outside the times.