The StrangerMeursault, an ordinary little clerk living in Algiers, leads a quiet and unemotional life. He commits a senseless murder and is convicted, his lack of emotion toward his mother's death weighing against him. As he contemplates his execution, he considers the value of life and is on the verge of exhibiting feeling. |
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Page 84
I seemed to see it hovering again before my eyes, the red glow of the beach, and
to feel that fiery breath on my cheeks—and, this time, I made no anSWCT, During
the silence that followed, the magistrate kept fidgeting, running his fingers ...
I seemed to see it hovering again before my eyes, the red glow of the beach, and
to feel that fiery breath on my cheeks—and, this time, I made no anSWCT, During
the silence that followed, the magistrate kept fidgeting, running his fingers ...
Page 87
To indicate, presumably, that the interview was over, the magistrate stood up. In
the same weary tone he asked me a last question: Did I regret what I had done?
After thinking a bit, I said that what I felt was less regret than a kind of vexation—I
...
To indicate, presumably, that the interview was over, the magistrate stood up. In
the same weary tone he asked me a last question: Did I regret what I had done?
After thinking a bit, I said that what I felt was less regret than a kind of vexation—I
...
Page 88
The magistrate seemed to have lost interest in me, and to have come to some
sort of decision about my case. He never mentioned God again or displayed any
of the religious fervor I had found so embarrassing at our first interview. The result
...
The magistrate seemed to have lost interest in me, and to have come to some
sort of decision about my case. He never mentioned God again or displayed any
of the religious fervor I had found so embarrassing at our first interview. The result
...
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