The strangerWhen a young Algerian named Meursault kills a man, his subsequent imprisonment and trial are puzzling and absurd. The apparently amoral Meursault--who puts little stock in ideas like love and God--seems to be on trial less for his murderous actions, and more for what the authorities believe is his deficient character. |
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... were both of us out of breath, and the bumps of the truck on the roughly laid
cobbles made things worse. Emmanuel chuckled, and panted in my ear, "We've
made it!" By the time we reached Celeste's restaurant we were dripping with
sweat.
... were both of us out of breath, and the bumps of the truck on the roughly laid
cobbles made things worse. Emmanuel chuckled, and panted in my ear, "We've
made it!" By the time we reached Celeste's restaurant we were dripping with
sweat.
Page 54
However, as I didn't want her to leave me, I suggested we should dine together at
Celeste's. She'd have loved to dine with me, she said, only she was booked up
for the evening. We were near my place, and I said, "Au revoir, then." She looked
...
However, as I didn't want her to leave me, I suggested we should dine together at
Celeste's. She'd have loved to dine with me, she said, only she was booked up
for the evening. We were near my place, and I said, "Au revoir, then." She looked
...
Page 55
I went by myself to Celeste's. When I had just started my dinner an odd-looking
little woman came in and asked if she might sit at my table. Of course she might.
She had a chubby face like a ripe apple, bright eyes, and moved in a curiously ...
I went by myself to Celeste's. When I had just started my dinner an odd-looking
little woman came in and asked if she might sit at my table. Of course she might.
She had a chubby face like a ripe apple, bright eyes, and moved in a curiously ...
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