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 79
“You must understand,” the lawyer said, “that I don't relish having to question you
about such a matter. But it has much importance, and, unless I find some way of
answering the charge of 'callousness,' I shall be handicapped in conducting ...
“You must understand,” the lawyer said, “that I don't relish having to question you
about such a matter. But it has much importance, and, unless I find some way of
answering the charge of 'callousness,' I shall be handicapped in conducting ...
Page 112
The warden seemed puzzled by this, and the Judge explained: “It's a formal
question. I am bound to put it.” - The Prosecutor was then asked if he had any
questions to put, and he answered loudly: “Certainly not! I have all I want.”
Histone and ...
The warden seemed puzzled by this, and the Judge explained: “It's a formal
question. I am bound to put it.” - The Prosecutor was then asked if he had any
questions to put, and he answered loudly: “Certainly not! I have all I want.”
Histone and ...
Page 119
Nor did they pay any more attention to Salamano, when he told them how kind I'd
always been to his dog, or when, in answer to a question about my mother and
myself, he said that Mother and I had very little in common and that explained ...
Nor did they pay any more attention to Salamano, when he told them how kind I'd
always been to his dog, or when, in answer to a question about my mother and
myself, he said that Mother and I had very little in common and that explained ...
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