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A few minutes later one of the women started weeping. 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.
I remembered it was a Sunday, and that put me off; I've never cared for Sundays.
So I turned my head and lazily sniffed the smell of brine that Marie's head had left
on the pillow. I slept until ten. After that I stayed in bed until noon, smoking ...
I've never been able to look at them without a shudder. And yet -believe me, I am
speaking from the depths of my heart —I know that even the wretchedest
amongst you have sometimes seen, taking form against that gray- ness, a diving
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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