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 88
At such times they took very little notice of me, and, in any case, the tone of the
examinations changed as time went on. The magistrate seemed to have lost
interest in me, and to have come to some sortof decision about my case. He
never ...
At such times they took very little notice of me, and, in any case, the tone of the
examinations changed as time went on. The magistrate seemed to have lost
interest in me, and to have come to some sortof decision about my case. He
never ...
Page 147
Though I didn't trouble much to follow what he said, I gathered he was
questioning me again. Presently his tone became agitated, urgent, and, as I
realized that he was genuinely distressed, I began to pay more attention. He said
he 147.
Though I didn't trouble much to follow what he said, I gathered he was
questioning me again. Presently his tone became agitated, urgent, and, as I
realized that he was genuinely distressed, I began to pay more attention. He said
he 147.
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