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 9
But I wasn't sure if I should smoke, under the circumstances— in Mother's
presence. I thought it over; really, it didn't seem to matter, so I offered the keeper a
cigarette, and we both smoked. After a while he started talking again. “You know,
your ...
But I wasn't sure if I should smoke, under the circumstances— in Mother's
presence. I thought it over; really, it didn't seem to matter, so I offered the keeper a
cigarette, and we both smoked. After a while he started talking again. “You know,
your ...
Page 97
Smoking was forbidden, they informed me. That, perhaps, was what got me down
the most; in fact, I suffered really badly during the first few days. I even tore off
splinters from my plank bed and sucked them. All day long I felt faint and bilious.
Smoking was forbidden, they informed me. That, perhaps, was what got me down
the most; in fact, I suffered really badly during the first few days. I even tore off
splinters from my plank bed and sucked them. All day long I felt faint and bilious.
Page 112
Replying to questions, he said that I'd declined to see Mother's body, I'd smoked
cigarettes and slept, and drunk café au lait. It was then I felt a sort of wave of
indignation spreading through the courtroom, and for the first time I understood
that I ...
Replying to questions, he said that I'd declined to see Mother's body, I'd smoked
cigarettes and slept, and drunk café au lait. It was then I felt a sort of wave of
indignation spreading through the courtroom, and for the first time I understood
that I ...
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