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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chairs, and set them out round the coffin. On one he placed a coffeepot and ten or
a dozen cups. Then he sat down facing me, on the far side of Mother. The nurse
was at the other end of the room, with her back to me. I couldn't see what she ...
chairs, and set them out round the coffin. On one he placed a coffeepot and ten or
a dozen cups. Then he sat down facing me, on the far side of Mother. The nurse
was at the other end of the room, with her back to me. I couldn't see what she ...
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The tobacconist on the other side of the street brought a chair out on to the
pavement in front of his door and sat astride it, resting his arms on the back. The
streetcars which a few minutes before had been crowded were now almost empty
.
The tobacconist on the other side of the street brought a chair out on to the
pavement in front of his door and sat astride it, resting his arms on the back. The
streetcars which a few minutes before had been crowded were now almost empty
.
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I heard a chair scrape on my left, and a tall, thin man wearing pince-nez settled
the folds of his red gown as he took his seat. The Public Prosecutor, I gathered. A
clerk of the court announced that Their Honors were entering, and at the same ...
I heard a chair scrape on my left, and a tall, thin man wearing pince-nez settled
the folds of his red gown as he took his seat. The Public Prosecutor, I gathered. A
clerk of the court announced that Their Honors were entering, and at the same ...
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