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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Shall I tell them to wait, for you to have a last glimpse of your mother?” “No,” I said
. He spoke into the receiver, lowering his voice. “That's all right, Figeac, Tell the
men to go there now.” - He then informed me that he was going to attend the ...
Shall I tell them to wait, for you to have a last glimpse of your mother?” “No,” I said
. He spoke into the receiver, lowering his voice. “That's all right, Figeac, Tell the
men to go there now.” - He then informed me that he was going to attend the ...
Page 58
He thanked me, and mentioned that my mother had been very fond of his dog. He
referred to her as “your poor mother,” and was afraid I must be feeling her death
terribly. When I said nothing he added hastily and with a rather embarrassed air ...
He thanked me, and mentioned that my mother had been very fond of his dog. He
referred to her as “your poor mother,” and was afraid I must be feeling her death
terribly. When I said nothing he added hastily and with a rather embarrassed air ...
Page 99
Meanwhile his mother and sister had been running a small hotel in the village
where he was born. He decided to give them a surprise and, leaving his wife and
child in another inn, he went to stay at his mother's place, booking a room under ...
Meanwhile his mother and sister had been running a small hotel in the village
where he was born. He decided to give them a surprise and, leaving his wife and
child in another inn, he went to stay at his mother's place, booking a room under ...
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