The StrangerMeursault, an ordinary little clerk living in Algiers, leads a quiet and unemotional life. He commits a senseless murder and is convicted, his lack of emotion toward his mother's death weighing against him. As he contemplates his execution, he considers the value of life and is on the verge of exhibiting feeling. |
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Page 69
We didn't dare to move. The two natives backed away slowly, keeping us at bay
with the knife and never taking their eyes off us. When they were at a safe
distance they swung round and took to their heels. We stood stock-still, with the
sunlight ...
We didn't dare to move. The two natives backed away slowly, keeping us at bay
with the knife and never taking their eyes off us. When they were at a safe
distance they swung round and took to their heels. We stood stock-still, with the
sunlight ...
Page 71
For a while nobody moved; it was all sunlight and silence except for the tinkle of
the stream and # those three little lonely sounds. Then Raymond put his hand to
his revolver pocket, but the Arabs still didn't move. I noticed the man playing on ...
For a while nobody moved; it was all sunlight and silence except for the tinkle of
the stream and # those three little lonely sounds. Then Raymond put his hand to
his revolver pocket, but the Arabs still didn't move. I noticed the man playing on ...
Page 75
The Arab didn't move. After all, there was still some distance between us.
Perhaps because of the shadow on his face, he seemed to be grinning at me. I
waited. The heat was beginning to scorch my cheeks; beads of sweat were
gathering in ...
The Arab didn't move. After all, there was still some distance between us.
Perhaps because of the shadow on his face, he seemed to be grinning at me. I
waited. The heat was beginning to scorch my cheeks; beads of sweat were
gathering in ...
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