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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Oblong, glossy, varnished black all over, it vaguely reminded me of the pen trays
in the office. Beside the ... He wore a soft felt hat with a pudding-basin crown and
a very wide brim—he whisked it off the moment the coffin emerged from the ...
Oblong, glossy, varnished black all over, it vaguely reminded me of the pen trays
in the office. Beside the ... He wore a soft felt hat with a pudding-basin crown and
a very wide brim—he whisked it off the moment the coffin emerged from the ...
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I've a black pudding and some wine.” It struck me that this would save my having
to cook my dinner, so I said, “Thanks very much.” He, too, has only one room, and
a little kitchen without a window. I saw a pink-and-white plaster angel above ...
I've a black pudding and some wine.” It struck me that this would save my having
to cook my dinner, so I said, “Thanks very much.” He, too, has only one room, and
a little kitchen without a window. I saw a pink-and-white plaster angel above ...
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And then I'll be your pal for life; I never forget anyone who does me a good turn.”
When I made no comment, he asked me if I'd like us to be pals. I replied that I had
no objection, and that appeared to satisfy him. He got out the black pudding ...
And then I'll be your pal for life; I never forget anyone who does me a good turn.”
When I made no comment, he asked me if I'd like us to be pals. I replied that I had
no objection, and that appeared to satisfy him. He got out the black pudding ...
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