Individuals find comfort in their very home, but Bartleby had nowhere to turn to. Bartleby made himself at home at the office, until settling at the prison. The office and the prison could be on par in terms of its state and condition. Though, it is ironic that the enclosing of the office is no more pleasant than that of the dreary prison. The office has “an unobstructed view of a lofty brick wall, black by age and everlasting shade…was pushed up to within ten feet of my window panes” (Melville 2). The scenery of the office is expected from a prison. Although most scenes of Bartleby, the Scrivener takes place at the office, it is in the prison that causes an outpouring of emotions from the readers.
