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From the day when I got her letter telling me they wouldn't let her come to see me
any more, because she wasn't my wife— it was from that day that I realized that
this cell was my last home, a dead end, so to speak. On the day of my arrest they
With which remark the jailer left my cell. Next day I did like the others. The lack of
cigarettes, too, was a trial. When I was brought to the prison, they took away my
belt, my shoelaces, and the contents of my pockets, including my cigarettes.
Just then he got up again, and it struck me that if he wanted to move in this tiny
cell, almost the only choice lay between standing up and sitting down. I was
staring at the floor. He took a single step toward me, and halted, as if he didn't
dare to ...
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I wasn't sure what to think when I first started reading this. It initially didn't feel worthy of the fuss, but as it enters the second part, it becomes a book that makes you think. Why are some ... Read full review
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Spoiler alert! Not that it matters anyway, but don’t read this review if you don’t already know how it all ends. The Stranger is a perfect book, with a flawed philosophy. Camus is a liar. If he really ... Read full review