Like a dead letter, Bartleby has been neglected. He has no home and no place to go. He has nothing to tie him to this world. Like the dead letter, he moved around in search of some grounding, but ended up in the place one goes when there is no where else to go. There is a hint of life in those dead letters, just as there was always a hint of life in Bartleby, but that life has become forgotten and insignificant. Like the letters swept into the incinerator, Bartleby has been swept out of the modern world.