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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Getting up was an effort, as I'd been really exhausted by the previous day's
experiences. While shaving, I wondered how to spend the morning, and decided
that a swim would do me good. So I caught the streetcar that goes down to the
harbor.
Getting up was an effort, as I'd been really exhausted by the previous day's
experiences. While shaving, I wondered how to spend the morning, and decided
that a swim would do me good. So I caught the streetcar that goes down to the
harbor.
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and plunged. Masson walked in gingerly and only began to swim when he was
out of his depth. He swam hand over hand and made slow headway, so I left him
behind and caught up with Marie. The water was cold and I felt all the better for it.
and plunged. Masson walked in gingerly and only began to swim when he was
out of his depth. He swam hand over hand and made slow headway, so I left him
behind and caught up with Marie. The water was cold and I felt all the better for it.
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For instance, I would suddenly be seized with a desire to go down to the beach
for a swim. And merely to have imagined the sound of ripples at my feet, the
smooth feel of the water on my body as I struck out, and the wonderful sensation
of ...
For instance, I would suddenly be seized with a desire to go down to the beach
for a swim. And merely to have imagined the sound of ripples at my feet, the
smooth feel of the water on my body as I struck out, and the wonderful sensation
of ...
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