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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His name is Thomas Pérez.” The warden smiled. “It's a rather touching little story
in its way. He and your mother had become almost inseparable. The other old
people used to tease Pérez about having a fiancée. “When are you going to
marry ...
His name is Thomas Pérez.” The warden smiled. “It's a rather touching little story
in its way. He and your mother had become almost inseparable. The other old
people used to tease Pérez about having a fiancée. “When are you going to
marry ...
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.
Page 21
Obviously Pérez, who knew the district well, had taken a short cut, so as to catch
up with us. He rejoined us soon after we were round the bend; then began to lose
ground again. He took another short cut and met us again farther on; in fact, this ...
Obviously Pérez, who knew the district well, had taken a short cut, so as to catch
up with us. He rejoined us soon after we were round the bend; then began to lose
ground again. He took another short cut and met us again farther on; in fact, this ...
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