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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There's no need to excuse yourself , my boy . I've looked up the record and
obviously you weren't in a position to see that she was properly cared for . She
needed someone to be with her all the time , and young men in jobs like yours
don't get ...
There's no need to excuse yourself , my boy . I've looked up the record and
obviously you weren't in a position to see that she was properly cared for . She
needed someone to be with her all the time , and young men in jobs like yours
don't get ...
Page 28
I noticed that the young fellows coming from them were taking longer strides and
gesturing more vigorously than at ordinary times ; doubtless the picture they'd
been seeing was of the wild - West variety . Those who had been to the picture ...
I noticed that the young fellows coming from them were taking longer strides and
gesturing more vigorously than at ordinary times ; doubtless the picture they'd
been seeing was of the wild - West variety . Those who had been to the picture ...
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My poor young man , how can you not beLieve that He suffered for your sake ? ” I
noticed that his manner seemed genuinely solicitous when he said , “ My poor
young man " -but I was beginning to have enough of it . The room was growing ...
My poor young man , how can you not beLieve that He suffered for your sake ? ” I
noticed that his manner seemed genuinely solicitous when he said , “ My poor
young man " -but I was beginning to have enough of it . The room was growing ...
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