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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All I was conscious of was our mad rush along the water front, amongst cranes
and winches, with dark hulls of ships alongside and masts swaying in the offing. I
was the first to catch up with the truck. I took a flying jump, landed safely, and ...
All I was conscious of was our mad rush along the water front, amongst cranes
and winches, with dark hulls of ships alongside and masts swaying in the offing. I
was the first to catch up with the truck. I took a flying jump, landed safely, and ...
Page 42
When I rose, Raymond shook hands very warmly, remarking that men always
understood each other. After closing the door behind me I lingered for some
moments on the landing. The whole building was as quiet as the grave, a dank,
dark ...
When I rose, Raymond shook hands very warmly, remarking that men always
understood each other. After closing the door behind me I lingered for some
moments on the landing. The whole building was as quiet as the grave, a dank,
dark ...
Page 122
And, sitting in the darkness of my moving cell, I recognized, echoing in my tired
brain, all the characteristic sounds of a town I'd loved, and of a certain hour of the
day which I had always particularly enjoyed. The shouts of newspaper boys in ...
And, sitting in the darkness of my moving cell, I recognized, echoing in my tired
brain, all the characteristic sounds of a town I'd loved, and of a certain hour of the
day which I had always particularly enjoyed. The shouts of newspaper boys in ...
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