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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At first he kept silent; then, without looking at me, he explained. “She was devoted
to your mother. She says your mother was her only friend in the world, and now
she's all alone.” I had nothing to say, and the silence lasted quite a while.
At first he kept silent; then, without looking at me, he explained. “She was devoted
to your mother. She says your mother was her only friend in the world, and now
she's all alone.” I had nothing to say, and the silence lasted quite a while.
Page 53
She kept silent after that, staring at me in a curious way. Then she asked: “
Suppose another girl had asked you to marry her—I mean, a girl you liked in the
same way as you like me—would you have said 'Yes' to her, too?” “Naturally.
She kept silent after that, staring at me in a curious way. Then she asked: “
Suppose another girl had asked you to marry her—I mean, a girl you liked in the
same way as you like me—would you have said 'Yes' to her, too?” “Naturally.
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 ...
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