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"Why," he asked, "don't you let me come to see you?" I explained that I didn't
believe in God. "Are you really so sure of that? " I said I saw no point in troubling
my head about the matter; whether I believed or didn't was, to my mind, a
question of ...
But, though I mightn't be so sure about what interested me, I was absolutely sure
about what didn't interest me. And the question he had raised didn't interest me at
all. He looked away and, without altering his posture, asked if it was because I ...
Living as he did, like a corpse, he couldn't even be sure of being alive. It might
look as if my hands were empty. Actually, I was sure of myself, sure about
everything, far surer than he; sure of my present life and of the death that was
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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