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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Then he inquired if I had chosen a lawyer to defend me. I answered, "No," I hadn't
thought about it, and asked him if it was really necessary for me to have one. "
Why do you ask that?" he said. I replied that I regarded my case as very simple.
Then he inquired if I had chosen a lawyer to defend me. I answered, "No," I hadn't
thought about it, and asked him if it was really necessary for me to have one. "
Why do you ask that?" he said. I replied that I regarded my case as very simple.
Page 87
This was as far as things went at that day's interview. I came before the
magistrate many times more, but on these occasions my lawyer always
accompanied me. The examinations were confined to asking me to amplify my
previous statements.
This was as far as things went at that day's interview. I came before the
magistrate many times more, but on these occasions my lawyer always
accompanied me. The examinations were confined to asking me to amplify my
previous statements.
Page 95
I waited for the daily walk in the courtyard or a visit from my lawyer. As for the rest
of the time, I managed quite well, really. I've often thought that had I been
compelled to live in the trunk of a dead tree, with nothing to do but gaze up at the
patch ...
I waited for the daily walk in the courtyard or a visit from my lawyer. As for the rest
of the time, I managed quite well, really. I've often thought that had I been
compelled to live in the trunk of a dead tree, with nothing to do but gaze up at the
patch ...
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