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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During her first few weeks at the Home she used to cry a good deal. But that was
only because she hadn't settled down. After a month or two she'd have cried if
she'd been told to leave the Home. Because this, too, would have been a wrench.
During her first few weeks at the Home she used to cry a good deal. But that was
only because she hadn't settled down. After a month or two she'd have cried if
she'd been told to leave the Home. Because this, too, would have been a wrench.
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When I said nothing he added hastily and with a rather embarrassed air that
some of the people in the street said nasty things about me because I'd sent my
mother to the Home. But he, of course, knew better; he knew how devoted to my ...
When I said nothing he added hastily and with a rather embarrassed air that
some of the people in the street said nasty things about me because I'd sent my
mother to the Home. But he, of course, knew better; he knew how devoted to my ...
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I wiped the sweat from my face, but I was barely conscious of where or who I was
until I heard the warden of the Home called to the witness box. When asked if my
mother had complained about my conduct, he said, "Yes," but that didn't mean ...
I wiped the sweat from my face, but I was barely conscious of where or who I was
until I heard the warden of the Home called to the witness box. When asked if my
mother had complained about my conduct, he said, "Yes," but that didn't mean ...
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