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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... she would catch my eye and smile. We alighted just outside Algiers. The beach
is not far from the bus stop; one has only to cross a patch of highland, a sort of
plateau, which overlooks the 6 I.
... she would catch my eye and smile. We alighted just outside Algiers. The beach
is not far from the bus stop; one has only to cross a patch of highland, a sort of
plateau, which overlooks the 6 I.
Page 91
She was pressing her brown, sun-tanned face to the bars and smiling as hard as
she could. I thought she was looking very pretty, but somehow couldn't bring
myself to tell her so. “Well?” she asked, pitching her voice very high. “What about
it?
She was pressing her brown, sun-tanned face to the bars and smiling as hard as
she could. I thought she was looking very pretty, but somehow couldn't bring
myself to tell her so. “Well?” she asked, pitching her voice very high. “What about
it?
Page 105
I thanked him, and he added with a smile: “You know, we've been featuring you a
bit. We're always rather short of copy in the summer, and there's been precious
little to write about except your case and the one that's coming on after it. I expect
...
I thanked him, and he added with a smile: “You know, we've been featuring you a
bit. We're always rather short of copy in the summer, and there's been precious
little to write about except your case and the one that's coming on after it. I expect
...
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