Preferiría no hacerlo

Bartleby the Scrivener

It is, of course, an indispensable part of a scrivener's business to verify the accuracy of his copy, word by word. Where there are two or more scriveners in an office, they assist each other in this examination, one reading from the copy, the other holding the original. It is a very dull, wearisome, and lethargic affair. I can readily imagine that to some sanguine temperaments it would be altogether intolerable. For example, I cannot credit that the mettlesome poet Byron would have contentedly sat down with Bartleby to examine a law document of, say five hundred pages, closely written in a crimpy hand.
Now and then, in the haste of business, it had been my habit to assist in comparing some brief document myself, calling Turkey or Nippers for this purpose. One object I had in placing Bartleby so handy to me behind the screen, was to avail myself of his services on such trivial occasions. It was on the third day, I think, of his being with me, and before any necessity had arisen for having his own writing examined, that, being much hurried to complete a small affair I had in hand, I abruptly called to Bartleby. In my haste and natural expectancy of instant compliance, I sat with my head bent over the original on my desk, and my right hand sideways, and somewhat nervously extended with the copy, so that immediately upon emerging from his retreat, Bartleby might snatch it and proceed to business without the least delay.
In this very attitude did I sit when I called to him, rapidly stating what it was I wanted him to do—namely, to examine a small paper with me. Imagine my surprise, nay, my consternation, when without moving from his privacy, Bartleby in a singularly mild, firm voice, replied, “I would prefer not to.”
I sat awhile in perfect silence, rallying my stunned faculties. Immediately it occurred to me that my ears had deceived me, or Bartleby had entirely misunderstood my meaning. I repeated my request in the clearest tone I could assume. But in quite as clear a one came the previous reply, “I would prefer not to.”
“Prefer not to,” echoed I, rising in high excitement, and crossing the room with a stride. “What do you mean? Are you moon-struck? I want you to help me compare this sheet here—take it,” and I thrust it towards him.
“I would prefer not to,” said he.

Bartleby, el escribiente

Una de las indispensables tareas del escribiente es verificar la fidelidad de la copia, palabra por palabra. Cuando hay dos o más amanuenses en una oficina, se ayudan mutuamente en este examen, uno leyendo la copia, el otro siguiendo el original. Es un asunto cansador, insípido y letárgico. Comprendo que para temperamentos sanguíneos, resultaría intolerable. Por ejemplo, no me imagino al ardoroso Byron, sentado junto a Bartleby, resignado a cotejar un expediente de quinientas páginas, escritas con letra apretada.
Yo ayudaba en persona a confrontar algún documento breve, llamando a Turkey o a Nippers con este propósito. Uno de mis fines al colocar a Bartleby tan a mano, detrás del biombo, era aprovechar sus servicios en estas ocasiones triviales. Al tercer día de su estada, y antes de que fuera necesario examinar lo escrito por él, la prisa por completar un trabajito que tenía entre manos, me hizo llamar súbitamente a Bartleby. En el apuro y en la justificada expectativa de una obediencia inmediata, yo estaba en el escritorio con la cabeza inclinada sobre el original y con la copia en la mano derecha algo nerviosamente extendida, de modo que, al surgir de su retiro, Bartleby pudiera tomarla y seguir el trabajo sin dilaciones.
En esta actitud estaba cuando le dije lo que debía hacer, esto es, examinar un breve escrito conmigo. Imaginen mi sorpresa, mi consternación, cuando sin moverse de su ángulo, Bartleby, con una voz singularmente suave y firme, replicó:
-Preferiría no hacerlo.
Me quedé un rato en silencio perfecto, ordenando mis atónitas facultades. Primero, se me ocurrió que mis oídos me engañaban o que Bartleby no había entendido mis palabras. Repetí la orden con la mayor claridad posible; pero con claridad se repitió la respuesta:
-Preferiría no hacerlo.
-Preferiría no hacerlo -repetí como un eco, poniéndome de pie, excitadísimo y cruzando el cuarto a grandes pasos-. ¿Qué quiere decir con eso? Está loco. Necesito que me ayude a confrontar esta página: tómela -y se la alcancé.
-Preferiría no hacerlo -dijo.

Bartleby, el escribiente
(Traducción de Jorge Luis Borges)
Herman Melville