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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only the sound wasn't quite so shrill. The warden stopped outside the entrance of
a small, low building. "So here I leave you, Monsieur Meursault. If you want me
for anything, you'll find me in my office. We propose to have the funeral tomorrow
...
only the sound wasn't quite so shrill. The warden stopped outside the entrance of
a small, low building. "So here I leave you, Monsieur Meursault. If you want me
for anything, you'll find me in my office. We propose to have the funeral tomorrow
...
Page 6
But he didn't sound reproachful; he simply wanted to know. "Well, really I couldn't
say," I answered. He began twiddling his white mustache; then, without looking at
me, said gently: "I understand." He was a pleasant-looking man, with blue ...
But he didn't sound reproachful; he simply wanted to know. "Well, really I couldn't
say," I answered. He began twiddling his white mustache; then, without looking at
me, said gently: "I understand." He was a pleasant-looking man, with blue ...
Page 101
The sun was setting and it was the hour of which I'd rather not speak— "the
nameless hour," I called it— when evening sounds were creeping up from all the
floors of the prison in a sort of stealthy procession. I went to the barred window
and in ...
The sun was setting and it was the hour of which I'd rather not speak— "the
nameless hour," I called it— when evening sounds were creeping up from all the
floors of the prison in a sort of stealthy procession. I went to the barred window
and in ...
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