written, and then crossed out.

He made an unpleasant racket with his chair; spilled his sandbox; in mending his pens, impatiently split them all to pieces, and threw them on the floor in a sudden passion; stood up, and leaned over his table, boxing his papers about in a most indecorous manner, very sad to behold in an elderly man.

- Bartleby the Scrivener, in describing Turkey

Somehow I find this hilarious, and rather apt to describe my own state of mind.


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