Of a cold morning when business was but dull, Turkey would gobble up scores of these cakes, as if they were mere wafers—indeed they sell them at the rate of six or eight for a penny—the scrape of his pen blending with the crunching of the crisp particles in his mouth. Probably he preferred it should have none. Leon Howard and Hershel Parker suggest that the real issue was the youthful desire to have his rhetorical skills publicly recognized. It is a searing critique of American capitalism, a protest story, an existentialist paean to the necessity of going on in an absurd world. University of Iowa Press. This was a good natural arrangement under the circumstances.
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I had imagined you of such a gentlemanly organization, that in any delicate dilemma a slight hint would have suffice—in short, an assumption. That winter, Melville on an impulse paid Hawthorne a visit, only to discover he was "not in the mood for company" as he was finishing The House of the Seven Gables. I concluded to forget the matter for the present, reserving it for my future leisure.