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This view might have been\r\nconsidered rather tame than otherwise, deficient in what landscape\r\npainters call “life.” But if so, the view from the other end of my\r\nchambers offered, at least, a contrast, if nothing more. In that\r\ndirection my windows commanded an unobstructed view of a lofty brick\r\nwall, black by age and everlasting shade; which wall required no\r\nspy-glass to bring out its lurking beauties, but for the benefit of all\r\nnear-sighted spectators, was pushed up to within ten feet of my window\r\npanes. Owing to the great height of the surrounding buildings, and my\r\nchambers being on the second floor, the interval between this wall and\r\nmine not a little resembled a huge square cistern.\r\n\r\nAt the period just preceding the advent of Bartleby, I had two persons\r\nas copyists in my employment, and a promising lad as an office-boy.\r\nFirst, Turkey; second, Nippers; third, Ginger Nut. These may seem\r\nnames, the like of which are not usually found in the Directory. In\r\ntruth they were nicknames, mutually conferred upon each other by my\r\nthree clerks, and were deemed expressive of their respective persons or\r\ncharacters. Turkey was a short, pursy Englishman of about my own age,\r\nthat is, somewhere not far from sixty. In the morning, one might say,\r\nhis face was of a fine florid hue, but after twelve o’clock,\r\nmeridian—his dinner hour—it blazed like a grate full of Christmas\r\ncoals; and continued blazing—but, as it were, with a gradual wane—till\r\n6 o’clock, P.M. or thereabouts, after which I saw no more of the\r\nproprietor of the face, which gaining its meridian with the sun, seemed\r\nto set with it, to rise, culminate, and decline the following day, with\r\nthe like regularity and undiminished glory. There are many singular\r\ncoincidences I have known in the course of my life, not the least among\r\nwhich was the fact, that exactly when Turkey displayed his fullest\r\nbeams from his red and radiant countenance, just then, too, at that\r\ncritical moment, began the daily period when I considered his business\r\ncapacities as seriously disturbed for the remainder of the twenty-four\r\nhours. Not that he was absolutely idle, or averse to business then; far\r\nfrom it. The difficulty was, he was apt to be altogether too energetic.\r\nThere was a strange, inflamed, flurried, flighty recklessness of\r\nactivity about him. He would be incautious in dipping his pen into his\r\ninkstand. All his blots upon my documents, were dropped there after\r\ntwelve o’clock, meridian. Indeed, not only would he be reckless and\r\nsadly given to making blots in the afternoon, but some days he went\r\nfurther, and was rather noisy. At such times, too, his face flamed with\r\naugmented blazonry, as if cannel coal had been heaped on anthracite. He\r\nmade an unpleasant racket with his chair; spilled his sand-box; in\r\nmending his pens, impatiently split them all to pieces, and threw them\r\non the floor in a sudden passion; stood up and leaned over his table,\r\nboxing his papers about in a most indecorous manner, very sad to behold\r\nin an elderly man like him. Nevertheless, as he was in many ways a most\r\nvaluable person to me, and all the time before twelve o’clock,\r\nmeridian, was the quickest, steadiest creature too, accomplishing a\r\ngreat deal of work in a style not easy to be matched—for these reasons,\r\nI was willing to overlook his eccentricities, though indeed,\r","title":"Chunk 2"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6YGAX1973VQY5RYMW5WPZ3","peer_type":"segment","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6YDD8YHX9PCQE3NTAG8XF1","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG6YCG626JN4FCG8QK17CQCF","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6YGKP9DAQJVQ4MKGRGTNE7","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6YGKP9WFC1D0XRFN0B2ZG5","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T07:57:34.279Z","ts":"2026-01-30T07:57:35.856Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}