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 104
I remarked to the policeman on my left, and he explained that the newspapers
were responsible for it. He pointed to a group of men at a table just below the jury
box. "There they are!" "Who?" I asked, and he replied, "The press." One of them ...
I remarked to the policeman on my left, and he explained that the newspapers
were responsible for it. He pointed to a group of men at a table just below the jury
box. "There they are!" "Who?" I asked, and he replied, "The press." One of them ...
Page 119
Nor did they pay any more attention to Salamano, when he told them how kind I'd
always been to his dog, or when, in answer to a question about my mother and
myself, he said that Mother and I had very little in common and that explained ...
Nor did they pay any more attention to Salamano, when he told them how kind I'd
always been to his dog, or when, in answer to a question about my mother and
myself, he said that Mother and I had very little in common and that explained ...
Page 145
He stayed so long in the same position that for a while I almost forgot he was
there. All of a sudden he jerked his head up and looked me in the eyes. "Why," he
asked, "don't you let me come to see you?" I explained that I didn't believe in God.
He stayed so long in the same position that for a while I almost forgot he was
there. All of a sudden he jerked his head up and looked me in the eyes. "Why," he
asked, "don't you let me come to see you?" I explained that I didn't believe in God.
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