In "Bartleby the Scrivener: A Story of Wall Street,"
what sets Bartleby on his downhill slide is he lost his job at
the Dead Letter Office. He finds another job, but "prefers not to,"
whenever his boss, the narrator, asks him to do anything. Kafka
may not have read this story. Finally, he dies, in prison.
He preferred not to eat. He was terminally depressed.
He had post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) from
the old rollback. Ah, Bartleby! Ah, humanity!
We are in our death throes as a culture.
We don't have what it takes to do what
we have to. Throw the moneychangers
out of the temple. Get rid of political propaganda
and commercial advertisements. They are free speech.
The corporation is a person. Black night is falling.
When will our troubles end.