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 has reddish blotches on his face. And the dog has developed something of
its master's queer hunched-up gait; it always has its muzzle stretched far forward
and its nose to the ground. But, oddly enough, though so much alike, they detest
...
... he has reddish blotches on his face. And the dog has developed something of
its master's queer hunched-up gait; it always has its muzzle stretched far forward
and its nose to the ground. But, oddly enough, though so much alike, they detest
...
Page 84
Finally, planting his elbows on the desk, he bent toward me with a queer
expression. "But why, ivby did you go on firing at a prostrate man?" Again I found
nothing to reply. The magistrate drew his hand across his forehead and repeated
in a ...
Finally, planting his elbows on the desk, he bent toward me with a queer
expression. "But why, ivby did you go on firing at a prostrate man?" Again I found
nothing to reply. The magistrate drew his hand across his forehead and repeated
in a ...
Page 109
But I was sometimes conscious of the eyes of the youngest fixed on me; also
those of the queer little robot woman. The jurymen, however, were all gazing at
the red-robed judge, and I was again reminded of the row of passengers on one
side ...
But I was sometimes conscious of the eyes of the youngest fixed on me; also
those of the queer little robot woman. The jurymen, however, were all gazing at
the red-robed judge, and I was again reminded of the row of passengers on one
side ...
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