Bartleby the Scrivener

“I can still see his figure before me.” A Wall Street office. A lawyer, his errand boy, three copyists – one of them colorlessly neat, pitifully decent, irredeemably abandoned, duplicating his files with inhuman diligence.

Bartleby, the pale scribe. Is Bartleby a resister to self-exploitation, an appetite-less, a melancholic or agoraphobic?

A silencer in language, a border crosser between life and death, a corpse in the lawyer’s office?

Or does Bartleby refuse the patronizing love of the lawyer, whom at the same time he does not want to renounce, whom he would rather not leave?

I would rather not.

Remember, you are already naked.

We as a company and as human beings worry very much about motivation.

Its very important for you to believe that you are the one. You need to go out there and find your valley.

Remember, you are an uncommon breed. You need to align yourself with people that are hungry, people that are relentless, people that know if its going to happen, it is because of them.

Even if no one sees it for you, you have to see it for yourself. Think it, and you will achieve it.

Remember, success starts small.

(Steve Jobs)