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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The Home for Aged Persons is at Marengo, some fifty miles from Algiers. With the
twoo'clock bus I should get there well before nightfall. Then I can spend the night
there, keeping the usual vigil beside the body, and be back here by tomorrow ...
The Home for Aged Persons is at Marengo, some fifty miles from Algiers. With the
twoo'clock bus I should get there well before nightfall. Then I can spend the night
there, keeping the usual vigil beside the body, and be back here by tomorrow ...
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The answer came so pat that one could have thought he'd been expecting my
question. That started him off, and he became quite chatty. If anyone had told him
ten years ago that he'd end his days as doorkeeper at a home at Marengo, he'd ...
The answer came so pat that one could have thought he'd been expecting my
question. That started him off, and he became quite chatty. If anyone had told him
ten years ago that he'd end his days as doorkeeper at a home at Marengo, he'd ...
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When I went out, the sun was up and the sky mottled red above the hills between
Marengo and the sea. A morning breeze was blowing and it had a pleasant salty
tang. There was the promise of a very fine day. I hadn't been in the country for ...
When I went out, the sun was up and the sky mottled red above the hills between
Marengo and the sea. A morning breeze was blowing and it had a pleasant salty
tang. There was the promise of a very fine day. I hadn't been in the country for ...
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