The Dead Letter Office in Washington

The narrator hears a rumor that before bartleby came to work in his office, he worked at the the dead letter office in washington. The letters are mail that can't get to the recipient for whatever reason. He says: Does it not sound like dead men conceive a man by nature and misfortune, prone to a pallid, hopeless can any business seem more fitted to heighten it than that of continually handling these dead letters? They are annually burned, sometimes from the folded out paper. A bank note sent in swiftest charity he whom it would relieve, nor eats nor gers any more. Ah, bartleby, oh the humanity.