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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she had a bandage round her head, just below her eyes. It lay quite flat across
the bridge of her nose, and one saw hardly anything of her face except that strip
of whiteness. As soon as she had gone, the keeper rose. "Now I'll leave you to ...
she had a bandage round her head, just below her eyes. It lay quite flat across
the bridge of her nose, and one saw hardly anything of her face except that strip
of whiteness. As soon as she had gone, the keeper rose. "Now I'll leave you to ...
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chairs, and set them out round the coffin. On one he placed a coffeepot and ten or
a dozen cups. Then he sat down facing me, on the far side of Mother. The nurse
was at the other end of the room, with her back to me. I couldn't see what she ...
chairs, and set them out round the coffin. On one he placed a coffeepot and ten or
a dozen cups. Then he sat down facing me, on the far side of Mother. The nurse
was at the other end of the room, with her back to me. I couldn't see what she ...
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We all drank the coffee, which the keeper handed round. After that, I can't
remember much; somehow the night went by. I can recall only one moment; I had
opened my eyes and I saw the old men sleeping hunched up on their chairs, with
one ...
We all drank the coffee, which the keeper handed round. After that, I can't
remember much; somehow the night went by. I can recall only one moment; I had
opened my eyes and I saw the old men sleeping hunched up on their chairs, with
one ...
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