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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For some time we sat there without speaking. Then the warden got up and went
to the window. Presently he said: "Ah, there's the padre from Marengo. He's a bit
ahead of time." He warned me that it would take us a good three quarters of an ...
For some time we sat there without speaking. Then the warden got up and went
to the window. Presently he said: "Ah, there's the padre from Marengo. He's a bit
ahead of time." He warned me that it would take us a good three quarters of an ...
Page 136
The only thing that interests me now is the problem of circumventing the machine,
learning if the inevitable admits a loophole. They have moved me to another cell.
In this one, lying on my back, I can see the sky, and there is nothing else to see ...
The only thing that interests me now is the problem of circumventing the machine,
learning if the inevitable admits a loophole. They have moved me to another cell.
In this one, lying on my back, I can see the sky, and there is nothing else to see ...
Page 142
Mother used to say that however miserable one is, there's always something to
be thankful for. And each morning, when the sky brightened and light began to
flood my cell, I agreed with her. Because I might just as well have heard footsteps
, ...
Mother used to say that however miserable one is, there's always something to
be thankful for. And each morning, when the sky brightened and light began to
flood my cell, I agreed with her. Because I might just as well have heard footsteps
, ...
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