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During the silence that followed, the magistrate kept fidgeting, running his fingers
through his hair, half rising, then sitting down again. Finally, planting his elbows
on the desk, he bent toward me with a queer expression. "But why, why did you ...
To indicate, presumably, that the interview was over, the magistrate stood up. In
the same weary tone he asked me a last question: Did I regret what I had done?
After thinking a bit, I said that what I felt was less regret than a kind of vexation— I
The magistrate seemed to have lost interest in me, and to have come to some
sort of decision about my case. He never mentioned God again or displayed any
of the religious fervor I had found so embarrassing at our first interview. The result
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I wasn't sure what to think when I first started reading this. It initially didn't feel worthy of the fuss, but as it enters the second part, it becomes a book that makes you think. Why are some ... Read full review
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Spoiler alert! Not that it matters anyway, but don’t read this review if you don’t already know how it all ends. The Stranger is a perfect book, with a flawed philosophy. Camus is a liar. If he really ... Read full review