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 78
... that I'd killed a man . Next day a lawyer came to my cell ; a small , plump ,
youngish man with sleek black hair . In spite of the heat - I was in my shirt sleeves
- he was wearing a dark suit , stiff collar , and a 78.
... that I'd killed a man . Next day a lawyer came to my cell ; a small , plump ,
youngish man with sleek black hair . In spite of the heat - I was in my shirt sleeves
- he was wearing a dark suit , stiff collar , and a 78.
Page 97
With which remark the jailer left my cell . Next day I did like the others . The lack of
cigarettes , too , was a trial . When I was brought to the prison , they took away my
belt , my shoelaces , and the contents of my pockets , including my cigarettes .
With which remark the jailer left my cell . Next day I did like the others . The lack of
cigarettes , too , was a trial . When I was brought to the prison , they took away my
belt , my shoelaces , and the contents of my pockets , including my cigarettes .
Page 148
Just then he got up again , and it struck me that if he wanted to move in this tiny
cell , almost the only choice lay between standing up and sitting down . I was
staring at the floor . He took a single step toward me , and halted , as if he didn't
dare ...
Just then he got up again , and it struck me that if he wanted to move in this tiny
cell , almost the only choice lay between standing up and sitting down . I was
staring at the floor . He took a single step toward me , and halted , as if he didn't
dare ...
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