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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Page 95
And merely to have imagined the sound of ripples at my feet, the smooth feel of
the water on my body as I struck out, and the wonderful sensation of relief it gave
brought home still more cruelly the narrowness of my cell. Still, that phase lasted
...
And merely to have imagined the sound of ripples at my feet, the smooth feel of
the water on my body as I struck out, and the wonderful sensation of relief it gave
brought home still more cruelly the narrowness of my cell. Still, that phase lasted
...
Page 136
Albert Camus, Stuart Gilbert. enough, anyway. The only thing that interests me
now is the problem of circumventing the machine, learning if the inevitable admits
a loophole. They have moved me to another cell. In this one, lying on my back, ...
Albert Camus, Stuart Gilbert. enough, anyway. The only thing that interests me
now is the problem of circumventing the machine, learning if the inevitable admits
a loophole. They have moved me to another cell. In this one, lying on my back, ...
Page 148
Just then he got up again, and it struck me that if he wanted to move in this tiny
cell, almost the only choice lay between standing up and sitting down. I was
staring at the floor. He took a single step toward me, and halted, as if he didn't
dare to ...
Just then he got up again, and it struck me that if he wanted to move in this tiny
cell, almost the only choice lay between standing up and sitting down. I was
staring at the floor. He took a single step toward me, and halted, as if he didn't
dare to ...
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