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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The answer came so pat that one could have thought he'd been expecting my
question. That started him off, and he became quite chatty. If anyone had told him
ten years ago that he'd end his days as doorkeeper at a home at Marengo, he'd ...
The answer came so pat that one could have thought he'd been expecting my
question. That started him off, and he became quite chatty. If anyone had told him
ten years ago that he'd end his days as doorkeeper at a home at Marengo, he'd ...
Page 14
When I went out, the sun was up and the sky mottled red above the hills between
Marengo and the sea. A morning breeze was blowing and it had a pleasant salty
tang. There was the promise of a very fine day. I hadn't been in the country for ...
When I went out, the sun was up and the sky mottled red above the hills between
Marengo and the sea. A morning breeze was blowing and it had a pleasant salty
tang. There was the promise of a very fine day. I hadn't been in the country for ...
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Presently he said: "Ah, there's the padre from Marengo. He's a bit ahead of time."
He warned me that it would take us a good three quarters of an hour, walking to
the church, which was in the village. Then we went downstairs. The priest was ...
Presently he said: "Ah, there's the padre from Marengo. He's a bit ahead of time."
He warned me that it would take us a good three quarters of an hour, walking to
the church, which was in the village. Then we went downstairs. The priest was ...
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