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 89
And, a few days after I'd been sent to prison, I decided that this phase of my life
was one of them. However, as time went by, I came to feel that this aversion had
no real substance. In point of fact, during those early days, I was hardly conscious
...
And, a few days after I'd been sent to prison, I decided that this phase of my life
was one of them. However, as time went by, I came to feel that this aversion had
no real substance. In point of fact, during those early days, I was hardly conscious
...
Page 101
The sun was setting and it was the hour of which I'd rather not speak—“the
nameless hour,” I called it—when evening sounds were creeping up from all the
floors of the prison in a sort of stealthy procession. I went to the barred window
and in ...
The sun was setting and it was the hour of which I'd rather not speak—“the
nameless hour,” I called it—when evening sounds were creeping up from all the
floors of the prison in a sort of stealthy procession. I went to the barred window
and in ...
Page 122
Soon after this incident the court rose. As I was being taken from the courthouse
to the prison van, I was conscious for a few brief moments of the once familiar feel
of a summer evening out-ofdoors. And, sitting in the darkness of my moving cell, ...
Soon after this incident the court rose. As I was being taken from the courthouse
to the prison van, I was conscious for a few brief moments of the once familiar feel
of a summer evening out-ofdoors. And, sitting in the darkness of my moving cell, ...
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