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 72
... seemed happier , and began talking about the bus to catch for our return . When we reached the bungalow Raymond promptly went up the wooden steps , but I halted on the bottom one . The light seemed thudding in my head and I couldn't ...
... seemed happier , and began talking about the bus to catch for our return . When we reached the bungalow Raymond promptly went up the wooden steps , but I halted on the bottom one . The light seemed thudding in my head and I couldn't ...
Page 84
... seemed to see it hovering again before my eyes , the red glow of the beach , and to feel that fiery breath on my cheeks - and , this time , I made no answer . During the silence that followed , the magistrate kept fidgeting , running ...
... seemed to see it hovering again before my eyes , the red glow of the beach , and to feel that fiery breath on my cheeks - and , this time , I made no answer . During the silence that followed , the magistrate kept fidgeting , running ...
Page 151
... seemed to break inside me , and I started yelling at the top of my voice . I hurled insults at him , I told him not to waste his rotten prayers on me ; it was better to burn than to disappear . I'd taken him by the neckband of his ...
... seemed to break inside me , and I started yelling at the top of my voice . I hurled insults at him , I told him not to waste his rotten prayers on me ; it was better to burn than to disappear . I'd taken him by the neckband of his ...
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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