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 12
At first he kept silent; then, without looking at me, he explained. "She was devoted
to your mother. She says your mother was her only friend in the world, and now
she's all alone." I had nothing to say, and the silence lasted quite a while.
At first he kept silent; then, without looking at me, he explained. "She was devoted
to your mother. She says your mother was her only friend in the world, and now
she's all alone." I had nothing to say, and the silence lasted quite a while.
Page 53
She kept silent after that, staring at me in a curious way. Then she asked: "
Suppose another girl had asked you to marry her— I mean, a girl you liked in the
same way as you like me— would you have said 'Yes' to her, too?" "Naturally.
She kept silent after that, staring at me in a curious way. Then she asked: "
Suppose another girl had asked you to marry her— I mean, a girl you liked in the
same way as you like me— would you have said 'Yes' to her, too?" "Naturally.
Page 94
The only oasis of silence was made by the young fellow and the old woman
gazing into each other's eyes. Then, one by one, the Arabs were led away;
almost everyone fell silent when the first one left. The little old woman pressed
herself ...
The only oasis of silence was made by the young fellow and the old woman
gazing into each other's eyes. Then, one by one, the Arabs were led away;
almost everyone fell silent when the first one left. The little old woman pressed
herself ...
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