Erin Holtz

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The difficulty was, he was apt to be altogether too energetic. There was a strange, inflamed, flurried, flighty recklessness of activity about him. He would be incautious in dipping his pen into his inkstand. All his blots upon my documents, were dropped there after twelve o'clock, meridian.
Erin Holtz
Drunk at lunch
Bartleby, the Scrivener: A Story Of Wall-Street
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