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 priest was waiting just outside the mortuary door. With him were two acolytes
, one of whom had a censer. The priest was stooping over him, adjusting the
length of the silver chain on which it hung. When he saw us he straightened up
and ...
The priest was waiting just outside the mortuary door. With him were two acolytes
, one of whom had a censer. The priest was stooping over him, adjusting the
length of the silver chain on which it hung. When he saw us he straightened up
and ...
Page 45
When he banged on the door the noise stopped inside the room. He knocked
again, and, after a moment, the woman started crying, and Raymond opened the
door. He had a cigarette dangling from his underlip and a rather sickly smile.
When he banged on the door the noise stopped inside the room. He knocked
again, and, after a moment, the woman started crying, and Raymond opened the
door. He had a cigarette dangling from his underlip and a rather sickly smile.
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Just as he was going out of the door, he turned and, smiling a little, said: “Let's
hope the dogs won't bark again tonight. I always think it's mine I hear. . . .” VI It
was an effort waking up that Sunday morning; Marie had to jog my shoulders and
...
Just as he was going out of the door, he turned and, smiling a little, said: “Let's
hope the dogs won't bark again tonight. I always think it's mine I hear. . . .” VI It
was an effort waking up that Sunday morning; Marie had to jog my shoulders and
...
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