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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Page 64
We saw Masson swim back to the beach and slump down on the sand under the
sun . In the distance he looked enormous , like a stranded whale . Then Marie
proposed that we should swim tandem . She went ahead and I put my arms
round ...
We saw Masson swim back to the beach and slump down on the sand under the
sun . In the distance he looked enormous , like a stranded whale . Then Marie
proposed that we should swim tandem . She went ahead and I put my arms
round ...
Page 66
By the time coffee was handed round I was feeling slightly muzzy , and I started
smoking one cigarette after another . Masson , Raymond , and I discussed a plan
of spending the whole of August on the beach together , sharing expenses .
By the time coffee was handed round I was feeling slightly muzzy , and I started
smoking one cigarette after another . Masson , Raymond , and I discussed a plan
of spending the whole of August on the beach together , sharing expenses .
Page 73
After a moment I returned to the beach , and started walking . There was the
same red glare as far as eye could reach , and small waves were lapping the hot
sand in little , flurried gasps . As I slowly walked toward the boulders at the end of
the ...
After a moment I returned to the beach , and started walking . There was the
same red glare as far as eye could reach , and small waves were lapping the hot
sand in little , flurried gasps . As I slowly walked toward the boulders at the end of
the ...
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