The StrangerThrough the story of an ordinary man unwittingly drawn into a senseless murder on an Algerian beach, Camus explored what he termed "the nakedness of man faced with the absurd." First published in English in 1946; now in a new translation by Matthew Ward. |
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Page 147
... chaplain was an old hand at it , as his gaze never faltered . And his voice was quite steady when he said : " Have you no hope at all ? Do you really think that when you die you die outright , and nothing remains ? " I said : " Yes ...
... chaplain was an old hand at it , as his gaze never faltered . And his voice was quite steady when he said : " Have you no hope at all ? Do you really think that when you die you die outright , and nothing remains ? " I said : " Yes ...
Page 149
... chaplain gazed at me with a sort of sadness . I now had my back to the wall and light was flow- ing over my forehead . He muttered some words I didn't catch ; then abruptly asked if he might kiss me . I said , “ No. ” Then he turned ...
... chaplain gazed at me with a sort of sadness . I now had my back to the wall and light was flow- ing over my forehead . He muttered some words I didn't catch ; then abruptly asked if he might kiss me . I said , “ No. ” Then he turned ...
Page 153
... chaplain from my grip . One of them made as if to strike me . The chaplain quietened them down , then gazed at me for a mo- ment without speaking . I could see tears in his eyes . Then he turned and left the cell . Once he'd gone , I ...
... chaplain from my grip . One of them made as if to strike me . The chaplain quietened them down , then gazed at me for a mo- ment without speaking . I could see tears in his eyes . Then he turned and left the cell . Once he'd gone , I ...
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