Meursault, 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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she had a bandage round her head, just below her eyes. It lay quite flat across
the bridge of her nose, and one saw hardly anything of her face except that strip
of whiteness. As soon as she had gone, the keeper rose. "Now IH leave you to ...
After having had my eyes closed, I had a feeling that the light had grown even
stronger than before. There wasn't a trace of shadow anywhere, and every object,
each curve or angle, seemed to score its outline on one's eyes. The old people ...
He had a plain, rather chunky face; what held my attention were his eyes, very
pale, dear eyes, riveted on me, though not betraying any definite emotion. For a
moment I had an odd impression, as if I were being scrutinized by myself. That—
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I wasn't sure what to think when I first started reading this. It initially didn't feel worthy of the fuss, but as it enters the second part, it becomes a book that makes you think. Why are some ... Read full review
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