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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We could only watch each other, never lowering our eyes; the whole world
seemed to have come to a standstill on this little strip of sand between the
sunlight and the sea, the twofold silence of the reed and stream. And just then it
crossed my ...
Perhaps because of the shadow on his face, he seemed to be grinning at me. I
waited. The heat was beginning to scorch my cheeks; beads of sweat were
gathering in my eyebrows. It was just the same sort of heat as at my mother's
I seemed to see it hovering again before my eyes, the red glow of the beach, and
to feel that fiery breath on my cheeks— and, this time, I made no answer. During
the silence that followed, the magistrate kept fidgeting, running his fingers ...
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