![]() ![]() I think of Melville the prophet, warning of the starkness of the coming metropolis and the small brutalities of cubicle capitalism. I think of Melville the innovative writer, his popularity-and income-waning as his daring increased, contemplating the act of writing considered in itself as a bleak task performed for money. ![]() I think of Melville the sailor, accustomed to wide sea vistas and many sea duties, recoiling at the confined, reduced lives of New York City office workers. What a pleasure it is to return to a work of genius and find it inexhaustible! What a host of insights, what a web of subtleties, are contained within this short account of the breakdown of one man in a five man office! ![]()
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