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 87
"Never in all my experience have I known a soul so case-hardened as yours," he
said in a low tone. "All the criminals who have come before me until now wept
when they saw this symbol of our Lord's sufferings." I was on the point of replying
...
"Never in all my experience have I known a soul so case-hardened as yours," he
said in a low tone. "All the criminals who have come before me until now wept
when they saw this symbol of our Lord's sufferings." I was on the point of replying
...
Page 136
There's never any knowing what one may come to. Like everyone else I'd read
descriptions of executions in the papers. But technical books dealing with this
subject must certainly exist; only I'd never felt sufficiently interested to look them
up.
There's never any knowing what one may come to. Like everyone else I'd read
descriptions of executions in the papers. But technical books dealing with this
subject must certainly exist; only I'd never felt sufficiently interested to look them
up.
Page 149
I've never been able to look at them without a shudder. And yet— believe me, I
am speaking from the depths of my heart —I know that even the wretchedest
amongst you have sometimes seen, taking form against that gray- ness, a divine
face.
I've never been able to look at them without a shudder. And yet— believe me, I
am speaking from the depths of my heart —I know that even the wretchedest
amongst you have sometimes seen, taking form against that gray- ness, a divine
face.
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