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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Also, it would have meant losing my Sunday—not to mention the trouble of going
to the bus, getting my ticket, and spending two hours on the journey each way.
The warden went on talking, but I didn't pay much attention. Finally he said: “Now,
...
Also, it would have meant losing my Sunday—not to mention the trouble of going
to the bus, getting my ticket, and spending two hours on the journey each way.
The warden went on talking, but I didn't pay much attention. Finally he said: “Now,
...
Page 16
Then the warden got up and went to the window. Presently he said: “Ah, there's
the padre from Marengo. He's a bit ahead of time.” He warned me that it would
take us a good three quarters of an hour, walking to the church, which was in the
...
Then the warden got up and went to the window. Presently he said: “Ah, there's
the padre from Marengo. He's a bit ahead of time.” He warned me that it would
take us a good three quarters of an hour, walking to the church, which was in the
...
Page 18
The warden and myself came next, and, bringing up the rear, old Pérez and the
nurse. The sky was already a blaze of light, and the air stoking up rapidly. I felt
the first waves of heat lapping my back, and my dark suit made things worse.
The warden and myself came next, and, bringing up the rear, old Pérez and the
nurse. The sky was already a blaze of light, and the air stoking up rapidly. I felt
the first waves of heat lapping my back, and my dark suit made things worse.
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