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 20
... heat played over it and one's feet squelched at each step , leaving bright black gashes . In front , the coachman's glossy black hat looked like a lump of the same sticky substance , poised above the hearse . It gave one a queer ...
... heat played over it and one's feet squelched at each step , leaving bright black gashes . In front , the coachman's glossy black hat looked like a lump of the same sticky substance , poised above the hearse . It gave one a queer ...
Page 74
... heat . I was rather taken aback ; my im- pression had been that the incident was closed , and I hadn't given a thought to it on my way here . On seeing me , the Arab raised himself a little , and his hand went to his pocket . Naturally ...
... heat . I was rather taken aback ; my im- pression had been that the incident was closed , and I hadn't given a thought to it on my way here . On seeing me , the Arab raised himself a little , and his hand went to his pocket . Naturally ...
Page 75
... heat was beginning to scorch my cheeks ; beads of sweat were gathering in my eye- brows . It was just the same sort of heat as at my mother's funeral , and I had the same disagreeable sensations - especially in my forehead , where all ...
... heat was beginning to scorch my cheeks ; beads of sweat were gathering in my eye- brows . It was just the same sort of heat as at my mother's funeral , and I had the same disagreeable sensations - especially in my forehead , where all ...
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ALBERT CAMUS Algiers answered anyhow Arabs asked beach began beside black pudding black tie bungalow café au lait cassock Céleste cell chair cigarette coffin court courtroom crime dark death door doorkeeper explained eyes face fact feel fellow felt Fernandel gave gazing girl guillotine hadn't hair hand he'd head hear heard hearse Home hors d'oeuvre jailer Judge jury keeper knew laughing lawyer light looked magistrate Marengo Marie Marie's Masson men in black ment mind mother mother's funeral move never night noticed oilcloth once Pérez police policeman prison Prosecutor queer question Raymond remarks replied round Salamano sand seemed shouted silence smile smoking sort sound staring started street streetcar struck sure swim talking tell there's thing thought told tone took turned voice waited walked wanted warden window woman young