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 laughed again and said, “Yes,” if I'd take her to the comedy everybody was
talking about, the one with Fernandel in it. When we had dressed, she stared at
my black tie and asked if I was in mourning. I explained that my mother had died.
She laughed again and said, “Yes,” if I'd take her to the comedy everybody was
talking about, the one with Fernandel in it. When we had dressed, she stared at
my black tie and asked if I was in mourning. I explained that my mother had died.
Page 118
In a very low voice she said it was a picture with Fernandel in it. By the time she
had finished, the courtroom was so still you could have heard a pin drop. Looking
very grave, the Prosecutor drew himself up to his full height and, pointing at me, ...
In a very low voice she said it was a picture with Fernandel in it. By the time she
had finished, the courtroom was so still you could have heard a pin drop. Looking
very grave, the Prosecutor drew himself up to his full height and, pointing at me, ...
Page 125
He stressed my heartlessness, my inability to state Mother's age, my visit to the
swimming pool where I met Marie, our matinee at the pictures where a Fernandel
film was showing, and finally my return with Marie to my rooms. I didn't quite ...
He stressed my heartlessness, my inability to state Mother's age, my visit to the
swimming pool where I met Marie, our matinee at the pictures where a Fernandel
film was showing, and finally my return with Marie to my rooms. I didn't quite ...
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