He takes his first serious stab at writing around this time, when his boss casually mentions that he’d like to see a Horatio Alger-esque tale concerning the telegraph company. He is swept into the system, and contemplates its crazed and inhumane logic (or lack thereof). He serves as a makeshift employment manager, hiring and firing at a rapid pace. He finally manages to secure a long-term stint at what he calls the “Cosmodemonic Telegraph Company of North America” (in all likelihood his bemused term for the Western Union Telegraph Company). The story proper, such as there is, begins with a young Miller working a series of dead-end day jobs. What will follow, he implies, is a series of loosely linked, ostensibly autobiographical musings or accounts. Miller opens the novel with a burst of philosophy, reflecting on life in general.
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