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 58
Just then I yawned, and the old man said he'd better make a move. I told him he
could stay, and that I was sorry about what had happened to his dog. He thanked
me, and mentioned that my mother had been very fond of his dog. He referred to
...
Just then I yawned, and the old man said he'd better make a move. I told him he
could stay, and that I was sorry about what had happened to his dog. He thanked
me, and mentioned that my mother had been very fond of his dog. He referred to
...
Page 71
For a while nobody moved; it was all sunlight and silence except for the tinkle of
the stream and those three little lonely sounds. Then Raymond put his hand to
his revolver pocket, but the Arabs still didn't move. I noticed the man playing on
the ...
For a while nobody moved; it was all sunlight and silence except for the tinkle of
the stream and those three little lonely sounds. Then Raymond put his hand to
his revolver pocket, but the Arabs still didn't move. I noticed the man playing on
the ...
Page 75
The Arab didn't move. After all, there was still some distance between us.
Perhaps because of the shadow on his face, he seemed to be grinning at me. I
waited. The heat was beginning to scorch my cheeks; beads of sweat were
gathering in ...
The Arab didn't move. After all, there was still some distance between us.
Perhaps because of the shadow on his face, he seemed to be grinning at me. I
waited. The heat was beginning to scorch my cheeks; beads of sweat were
gathering in ...
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