Now having a picture of the real and true bartleby, as described by the big boss dog, i am not sure if he would be one such a person to set up and use a facebook account. But i will forgo my opinion and imagine bartlebys facebook. Pertaining to the narration of the story and the method with which the boss does find out most of the information about his scriveners, it is aonly appropriate that i take on the boss and his visage and one day happen upon Bartlebys desk and his laptop which he forgot to shut down. Minimized window....Facebook-Bartleby-Profile...
The first thing that meets the eye and struck me(the boss) as particularly odd was his profile picture. It was a picture of the meeting of two walls into a corner and a hand in the foreground for perspective. Bartlebys hand, i imagine. Oh, i must mention that i am looking back on this in hindsight with a slightly tainted vision of things given Bartlebys recent passing. His status on the last day was "I WILL NEVER". when i looked on his status history, almost each one for about four months preceding was "i would prefer not to". which, now makes my laugh as i reminesce on my interactions with him. moving down to the friends list i was both shocked and then not so shocked to find that he only had 10 friends. Ginger Nut, turkey, and nippers i saw there, and the rest seemed to be family. On the describe your friends application Bartleby was in one word,"passive". I disagreed with that but for the lack of a better word, i could see how one would say so. And as i continued to browse i was overcome with sadness and remorse for Bartleby in his death. I wished he were still here, although some of his mannerisms i could do without. I felt a surge of much feared guilt, that perhaps i could be in part responsible for bartlebys death, or on the other side that i could have been the catalyst that could have saved him. But no. i consoled myself in the fact that i am only a man doing his work and i should not be to blame. i could read no longer so i logged off.
