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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He had kept on his battered felt hat and was mumbling away behind his draggled
yellowish mustache. I found him rather boring, but I had nothing to do and didn't
feel sleepy. So, to keep the conversation going, I asked some questions about ...
He had kept on his battered felt hat and was mumbling away behind his draggled
yellowish mustache. I found him rather boring, but I had nothing to do and didn't
feel sleepy. So, to keep the conversation going, I asked some questions about ...
Page 65
Then she lay down beside me, and what with the combined warmth of our bodies
and the sun, I felt myself dropping off to sleep. After a while Marie tugged my arm
and said Masson had gone to his place; it must be nearly lunchtime. I rose at ...
Then she lay down beside me, and what with the combined warmth of our bodies
and the sun, I felt myself dropping off to sleep. After a while Marie tugged my arm
and said Masson had gone to his place; it must be nearly lunchtime. I rose at ...
Page 146
He looked away and, without altering his posture, asked if it was because I felt
utterly desperate that I spoke like this. I explained that it wasn't despair I felt, but
fear— which was natural enough. "In that case," he said firmly, "God can help you
.
He looked away and, without altering his posture, asked if it was because I felt
utterly desperate that I spoke like this. I explained that it wasn't despair I felt, but
fear— which was natural enough. "In that case," he said firmly, "God can help you
.
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