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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I went there on foot. I asked to be allowed to see Mother at once, but the
doorkeeper told me I must see the warden first. He wasn't free, and I had to wait a
bit. The doorkeeper chatted with me while I waited; then he led me to the office.
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
funeral, and I had the same disagreeable sensations— especially in my forehead
, where ...
We all sat on, waiting. And what we all were waiting for really concerned nobody
but me. I looked round the courtroom. It was exactly as it had been on the first day
. I met the eyes of the journalist in gray and the robot woman. This reminded me ...
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