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 9
I draftc the coffee, and then I wanted a cigarette. But I wasn't sure if I should
smoke, under the circumstances— in Mother's presence. I thought it over; really, it
didn't seem to matter, so I offered the keeper a cigarette, and we both smoked.
I draftc the coffee, and then I wanted a cigarette. But I wasn't sure if I should
smoke, under the circumstances— in Mother's presence. I thought it over; really, it
didn't seem to matter, so I offered the keeper a cigarette, and we both smoked.
Page 45
He had a cigarette dangling from his underlip and a rather sickly smile. "Your
name?" Raymond gave his name. "Take that cigarette out of your mouth when
you're talking to me," the policeman said gruffly. Raymond hesitated, glanced at
me, ...
He had a cigarette dangling from his underlip and a rather sickly smile. "Your
name?" Raymond gave his name. "Take that cigarette out of your mouth when
you're talking to me," the policeman said gruffly. Raymond hesitated, glanced at
me, ...
Page 59
It was an effort waking up that Sunday morning; Marie had to jog my shoulders
and shout my name. As we wanted to get into the water early, we didn't trouble
about breakfast. My head was aching slightly and my first cigarette had a bitter
taste.
It was an effort waking up that Sunday morning; Marie had to jog my shoulders
and shout my name. As we wanted to get into the water early, we didn't trouble
about breakfast. My head was aching slightly and my first cigarette had a bitter
taste.
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