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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One thing's sure: he isn't popular in our street. Still, he often has a word for me,
and drops in sometimes for a short talk in my room, because I listen to him. As a
matter of fact, I find what he says quite interesting. So, really I've no reason for ...
One thing's sure: he isn't popular in our street. Still, he often has a word for me,
and drops in sometimes for a short talk in my room, because I listen to him. As a
matter of fact, I find what he says quite interesting. So, really I've no reason for ...
Page 146
But, though I mightn't be so sure about what interested me, I was absolutely sure
about what didn't interest me. And the question he had raised didn't interest me at
all. He looked away and, without altering his posture, asked if it was because I ...
But, though I mightn't be so sure about what interested me, I was absolutely sure
about what didn't interest me. And the question he had raised didn't interest me at
all. He looked away and, without altering his posture, asked if it was because I ...
Page 151
Living as he did, like a corpse, he couldn't even be sure of being alive. It might
look as if my hands were empty. Actually, I was sure of myself, sure about
everything, far surer than he; sure of my present life and of the death that was
coming.
Living as he did, like a corpse, he couldn't even be sure of being alive. It might
look as if my hands were empty. Actually, I was sure of myself, sure about
everything, far surer than he; sure of my present life and of the death that was
coming.
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