PG | | Drama
An asocial and enigmatic office clerk refuses to do his work, leaving it up to his boss to decide what should be done with him.
The church steeple that can be seen through Bartleby's office window is that of St. Vedast alias Foster in the City of London.
Now, Bartleby, sit down. I want to check procedures for the Prebble Account and verify our results so far. With the three of us, it will be faster.
Bartleby: I don't feel I can. Just at the moment.
The Accountant: What on Earth do you mean by this?
Bartleby: I would prefer not to say.