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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But he, of course, knew better; he knew how devoted to my mother I had always
been. I answered— why, I still don't know— that it surprised me to learn Fd
produced such a bad impression. As I couldn't afford to keep her here, it seemed
night was that vague hour when, I knew, they usually come; once it was after
midnight I waited, listening intently. Never before had my ears perceived so many
noises, such tiny sounds. Still, I must say I was lucky in one respect; never during
Nothing, nothing had the least importance, and I knew quite well why. He, too,
knew why. From the dark horizon of my future a sort of slow, persistent breeze
had been blowing toward me, all my life long, from the years that were to come.
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