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 84
The magistrate drew his hand across his forehead and repeated in a slightly
different tone: "I ask you 'Why? I insist on your telling me." I still kept silent.
Suddenly he rose, walked to a file cabinet standing against the opposite wall,
pulled a ...
The magistrate drew his hand across his forehead and repeated in a slightly
different tone: "I ask you 'Why? I insist on your telling me." I still kept silent.
Suddenly he rose, walked to a file cabinet standing against the opposite wall,
pulled a ...
Page 87
“Never in all my experience have I known a soul so case-hardened as yours,” he
said in a low tone. “All the criminals who have come before me until now wept
when they saw this symbol of our Lord's sufferings.” (I was on the point of replying
...
“Never in all my experience have I known a soul so case-hardened as yours,” he
said in a low tone. “All the criminals who have come before me until now wept
when they saw this symbol of our Lord's sufferings.” (I was on the point of replying
...
Page 88
At such times they took very little notice of me, and, in any case, the tone of the
examinations changed as time went on. The magistrate seemed to have lost
interest in me, and to have come to some sorrof decision about my case. He
never ...
At such times they took very little notice of me, and, in any case, the tone of the
examinations changed as time went on. The magistrate seemed to have lost
interest in me, and to have come to some sorrof decision about my case. He
never ...
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