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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Page 6
Just then the keeper came up behind me. He'd evidently been running, as he
was a little out of breath. “We put the lid on, but I was told to unscrew it when you
came, so that you could see her.” While he was going up to the coff. I told him not
to ...
Just then the keeper came up behind me. He'd evidently been running, as he
was a little out of breath. “We put the lid on, but I was told to unscrew it when you
came, so that you could see her.” While he was going up to the coff. I told him not
to ...
Page 7
As soon as she had gone, the keeper rose. “Now I'll leave you to yourself.” I don't
know whether I made some gesture, but instead of going he halted behind my
chair. The sensation of someone posted at my back made me uncomfortable.
As soon as she had gone, the keeper rose. “Now I'll leave you to yourself.” I don't
know whether I made some gesture, but instead of going he halted behind my
chair. The sensation of someone posted at my back made me uncomfortable.
Page 13
We all drank the coffee, which the keeper handed round. After that, I can't
remember much; somehow the night went by. I can recall only one moment; I had
opened my eyes and I saw the old men sleeping hunched up on their chairs, with
one ...
We all drank the coffee, which the keeper handed round. After that, I can't
remember much; somehow the night went by. I can recall only one moment; I had
opened my eyes and I saw the old men sleeping hunched up on their chairs, with
one ...
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