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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Page 30
At which he looked, relieved— why, I can't imagine— and seemed to think that
closed the matter. There was a pile of bills of lading waiting on my desk, and I
had to go through them alL Before leaving for lunch I washed my hands. I always
...
At which he looked, relieved— why, I can't imagine— and seemed to think that
closed the matter. There was a pile of bills of lading waiting on my desk, and I
had to go through them alL Before leaving for lunch I washed my hands. I always
...
Page 36
I nodded, and he added: "As a matter of fact, I rather want to ask your advice
about something; it's connected with this business. You've knocked about the
world a bit, and I daresay you can help me. And then I'll be your pal for life; I
never ...
I nodded, and he added: "As a matter of fact, I rather want to ask your advice
about something; it's connected with this business. You've knocked about the
world a bit, and I daresay you can help me. And then I'll be your pal for life; I
never ...
Page 109
He now proposed, he said, to trench on certain matters which, on a superficial
view, might seem foreign to the case, but actually were highly relevant. I guessed
that he was going to talk about Mother, and at the same moment realized how ...
He now proposed, he said, to trench on certain matters which, on a superficial
view, might seem foreign to the case, but actually were highly relevant. I guessed
that he was going to talk about Mother, and at the same moment realized how ...
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