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 67
We went down to the water's edge and walked along it; now and then a longer
wave wet our canvas shoes. I wasn't thinking of anything, as all that sunlight
beating down on my bare head made me feel half asleep. Just then Raymond
said ...
We went down to the water's edge and walked along it; now and then a longer
wave wet our canvas shoes. I wasn't thinking of anything, as all that sunlight
beating down on my bare head made me feel half asleep. Just then Raymond
said ...
Page 119
He gave me a little wave of his hand and led off by saying I was innocent. The
Judge rebuked him. "You are here to give evidence, not your views on the case,
and you must confine yourself to answering the questions put you." He was then
...
He gave me a little wave of his hand and led off by saying I was innocent. The
Judge rebuked him. "You are here to give evidence, not your views on the case,
and you must confine yourself to answering the questions put you." He was then
...
Page 133
This reminded me that not once during the whole hearing had I tried to catch
Marie's eye. It wasn't that I'd forgotten her; only I was too preoccupied. I saw her
now, seated between Celeste and Raymond. She gave me a little wave of her
hand, ...
This reminded me that not once during the whole hearing had I tried to catch
Marie's eye. It wasn't that I'd forgotten her; only I was too preoccupied. I saw her
now, seated between Celeste and Raymond. She gave me a little wave of her
hand, ...
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