By Herman Melville
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Days passed, and I went to see Bartleby again. I was told he was sleeping in the prison yard outside.
Sleeping? The thin Bartleby was lying on the cold stones. I bent over to look at the small man. He was lying on his side with his knees against his chest. I walked closer and looked down at him. His eyes were open. He seemed to be in a deep sleep.
“Won’t he eat today? Or does he live without eating?” the guard asked.
“Lives without eating,” I answ...