Showing posts with label Bartleby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bartleby. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Upon my word

I. F. "Well done! But I can make more of it; did you not hear the sequel?"
C. "Upon my word I have not; it is rather soon [1857/9: "what can you mean?"]."
--April 1852 Scenes Beyond the Western Border; and Scenes and Adventures in the Army p288
F.—"Hillo! what are you about? Writing in tune with the merry cotton-wood leaves? You will have to frankly confess you have invented a new style."
C.—"Upon my word I was becoming as curious as yourself; a first unfortunate line set the jingle agoing, and I could not stop it...." 
--Scenes Beyond the Western Border, May 1853; and Scenes and Adventures in the Army
Image Credit: Leslieville History
Upon my word were I at Mackinaw, I should take this to be the inside of an Indian wigwam.  --Moby-Dick, or, The Whale

"Thou art a man of God, sir, I believe."
"I? I? I? upon my word, Mr. Glendinning!"  --Pierre, or, The Ambiguities

"I think he is a little deranged," said I, sadly. 
"Deranged? deranged is it? Well now, upon my word, I thought that friend of yourn was a gentleman forger; they are always pale and genteel-like, them forgers.
--Bartleby the Scrivener
"I see, I see. But of course you read Tacitus in order to aid you in understanding human nature—as if truth was ever got at by libel. My young friend, if to know human nature is your object, drop Tacitus and go north to the cemeteries of Auburn and Greenwood."
"Upon my word, I—I—"  --The Confidence-Man

Monday, February 18, 2013

inkstands

"Whenever he wrote of literature, Melville tended to write about the process of writing in general, and his own in particular."
--Frederick Busch on "Melville's Mail" in A Dangerous Profession: A Book About the Writing Life (St. Martin's Press, 1998). 

"And D'Israeli, the younger, the sparkler! whose first book is his best and is immortal. I read, an odd volume of Vivian Grey every year.

"And Lever!—the bright coiner—so they say—of other men's ore!

"And Cooper! the American Scott, who still more than his model, wrote his brain as dry as a broken ink stand! 

-- Scenes Beyond the Western Border, September 1851


... I hope I shall never write such a book again -- Tho' when a poor devil writes with duns all round him, & looking over the back of his chair -- & perching on his pen & diving in his inkstand -- like the devils about St: Anthony -- what can you expect of that poor devil? -- What but a beggarly Redburn! --Letter to Evert Duyckinck, December 14 1849 
"Give me Vesuvius’ crater for an inkstand!"   -- Moby-Dick quoted by Gina McKnight
"... those treacherous plague-spots of indigence—videlicet, blots from the inkstand;"
-- Pierre: Or, The Ambiguities
 "The difficulty was, he was apt to be altogether too energetic. There was a strange, inflamed, flurried, flighty recklessness of activity about him. He would be incautious in dipping his pen into his inkstand. All his blots upon my documents, were dropped there after twelve o'clock, meridian."  -- Bartleby, the Scrivener in Putnam's Monthly for November 1853