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 sky was already a blaze of light, and the air stoking up rapidly. I felt the first
waves of heat lapping my back, and my dark suit made things worse. I couldn't
imagine why we waited so long for getting under way. Old Perez, who had put on
...
The sky was already a blaze of light, and the air stoking up rapidly. I felt the first
waves of heat lapping my back, and my dark suit made things worse. I couldn't
imagine why we waited so long for getting under way. Old Perez, who had put on
...
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bad staying where I was, under that flood of blinding light falling from the sky. To
stay, or to make a move— it came to much the same. After a moment I returned to
the beach, and started walkingj/ There was the same red_glare_as far as eye ...
bad staying where I was, under that flood of blinding light falling from the sky. To
stay, or to make a move— it came to much the same. After a moment I returned to
the beach, and started walkingj/ There was the same red_glare_as far as eye ...
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A shaft of light shot upward from the steel, and I felt as if a long, thin blade
transfixed my forehead. At the same moment all the sweat that had accumulated
in my eyebrows splashed down on my eyelids, covering them with a warm film of
...
A shaft of light shot upward from the steel, and I felt as if a long, thin blade
transfixed my forehead. At the same moment all the sweat that had accumulated
in my eyebrows splashed down on my eyelids, covering them with a warm film of
...
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