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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echoing on the bare walls, and the sunlight streaming in, flooding everything in a
harsh white glare, made me feel quite dizzy. After the relative darkness and the
silence of my cell it took me some mo– ments to get used to these conditions.
echoing on the bare walls, and the sunlight streaming in, flooding everything in a
harsh white glare, made me feel quite dizzy. After the relative darkness and the
silence of my cell it took me some mo– ments to get used to these conditions.
Page 106
A clerk of the court announced that Their Honors were entering, and at the same
mo– ment two big electric fans started buzzing overhead. Three judges, two in
black and the third in scarlet, with brief cases under their arms, entered and
walked ...
A clerk of the court announced that Their Honors were entering, and at the same
mo– ment two big electric fans started buzzing overhead. Three judges, two in
black and the third in scarlet, with brief cases under their arms, entered and
walked ...
Page 134
And it was difficult to get a judg'ment quashed except on technical grounds. I saw
his point, and agreed. Looking at the matter dispassionately, I shared his view.
Otherwise there would be no end to litigation. “In any case,” the lawyer said, “you
...
And it was difficult to get a judg'ment quashed except on technical grounds. I saw
his point, and agreed. Looking at the matter dispassionately, I shared his view.
Otherwise there would be no end to litigation. “In any case,” the lawyer said, “you
...
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