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 warden went on talking, but I didn't pay much attention. Finally he said: “Now,
I suppose you'd like to see your mother?” I rose without replying, and he led the
way to the door. As we were going down the stairs he explained: “I've had the ...
The warden went on talking, but I didn't pay much attention. Finally he said: “Now,
I suppose you'd like to see your mother?” I rose without replying, and he led the
way to the door. As we were going down the stairs he explained: “I've had the ...
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... so early and were hurrying to the streetcar stop, laughing and talking at the top
of their voices. After they had passed, the street gradually emptied. By this time all
the matinees must have begun. Only 26.
... so early and were hurrying to the streetcar stop, laughing and talking at the top
of their voices. After they had passed, the street gradually emptied. By this time all
the matinees must have begun. Only 26.
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I, however, didn't want to be helped, and I hadn't time to work up interest for
something that didn't, interest me. He fluttered his hands fretfully; then, sitting up,
Smoothed out his cassock. When this was done he began talking again,
addressing ...
I, however, didn't want to be helped, and I hadn't time to work up interest for
something that didn't, interest me. He fluttered his hands fretfully; then, sitting up,
Smoothed out his cassock. When this was done he began talking again,
addressing ...
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