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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She needed someone to be with her all the time, and young men in jobs like
yours don't get too much pay. In any case, she was much happier in the Home.” I
said, “Yes, sir; I'm sure of that.” Then he added: “She had good friends here, you ...
She needed someone to be with her all the time, and young men in jobs like
yours don't get too much pay. In any case, she was much happier in the Home.” I
said, “Yes, sir; I'm sure of that.” Then he added: “She had good friends here, you ...
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I noticed that the young fellows coming from them were taking longer strides and
gesturing more vigorously than at ordinary times; doubtless the picture they'd
been seeing was of the wild-West variety. Those who had been to the picture ...
I noticed that the young fellows coming from them were taking longer strides and
gesturing more vigorously than at ordinary times; doubtless the picture they'd
been seeing was of the wild-West variety. Those who had been to the picture ...
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My poor young man, how can you not believe that He suffered for your sake?” I
noticed that his manner seemed genuinely solicitous when he said, “My poor
young man”—but I was beginning to have enough of it. The room was growing ...
My poor young man, how can you not believe that He suffered for your sake?” I
noticed that his manner seemed genuinely solicitous when he said, “My poor
young man”—but I was beginning to have enough of it. The room was growing ...
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