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 11
She was in the second row and I couldn't see her face because of another
woman in front. At regular intervals she emitted a little choking sob; one had a
feeling she would never stop. The others didn't seem to notice. They sat in
silence, ...
She was in the second row and I couldn't see her face because of another
woman in front. At regular intervals she emitted a little choking sob; one had a
feeling she would never stop. The others didn't seem to notice. They sat in
silence, ...
Page 44
On my way back I heard a woman's voice in Raymond's room. A little later old
Salamano started grumbling at his dog and presently there was a sound of boots
and paws on the wooden stairs; then, “Filthy brute! Get on, you cur!” and the two
of ...
On my way back I heard a woman's voice in Raymond's room. A little later old
Salamano started grumbling at his dog and presently there was a sound of boots
and paws on the wooden stairs; then, “Filthy brute! Get on, you cur!” and the two
of ...
Page 96
For instance, I was plagued by the desire for a woman—which was natural
enough, considering my age. I never thought of Marie especially. I was obsessed
by thoughts of this woman or that, of all the ones I'd had, all the circumstances
under ...
For instance, I was plagued by the desire for a woman—which was natural
enough, considering my age. I never thought of Marie especially. I was obsessed
by thoughts of this woman or that, of all the ones I'd had, all the circumstances
under ...
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