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 138
Perhaps the only things I really knew about him were what Mother had told me.
One of these was that he'd gone to see a murderer executed. The mere thought
of it turned his stomach. But he'd seen it through and, on coming home, was ...
Perhaps the only things I really knew about him were what Mother had told me.
One of these was that he'd gone to see a murderer executed. The mere thought
of it turned his stomach. But he'd seen it through and, on coming home, was ...
Page 141
There were two other things about which I was always thinking: the dawn and my
appeal. However, I did my best to keep my mind off these thoughts. I lay down,
looked up at the sky, and forced myself to study it. When the light began to turn ...
There were two other things about which I was always thinking: the dawn and my
appeal. However, I did my best to keep my mind off these thoughts. I lay down,
looked up at the sky, and forced myself to study it. When the light began to turn ...
Page 152
The same thing for Salamano's wife and for Salamano's dog. That little robot
woman was as “guilty” as the girl from Paris who had married Masson, or as
Marie, who wanted me to marry her. What did it matter if Raymond was as much
my pal ...
The same thing for Salamano's wife and for Salamano's dog. That little robot
woman was as “guilty” as the girl from Paris who had married Masson, or as
Marie, who wanted me to marry her. What did it matter if Raymond was as much
my pal ...
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