When arrived in the city, and discovering the heartless neglect of Glen, Pierrem, -- looking about him for whom to apply to in this strait, -- bethought him of his old boy-companion Charlie, and went out to seek him, and found him at last; he saw before him, a tall, well-grown, but rather thin and pale yet strikingly handsome young man of two-and-twenty; occupying a small dusty law-office on the third floor of the older building of the Apostle's; assuming to be doing a very large, and hourly increasing business among empty pigeon-holes, and diectly under the eye of an unbottled of ink; his mother and sisters dwelling in a chamber overhead; and himself, not only following the law for a corporeal living, but likewise interlinked with the peculiar secret, theologico-political-social schemes of the masonic order of the seedy-coated Apostles; and pursuing some crude, transcendental Philosophy, for both a contributory means of support, as well as for his complete intellectual aliment.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Pierre, Or The Ambiguities - pg. 317
Labels: Herman Melville
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