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 78
It struck me as an excellent arrangement that the authorities should see to details
of this kind, and I told him so. He nodded, and agreed that the Code was all that
could be desired. At first I didn't take him quite seriously. The room in which he ...
It struck me as an excellent arrangement that the authorities should see to details
of this kind, and I told him so. He nodded, and agreed that the Code was all that
could be desired. At first I didn't take him quite seriously. The room in which he ...
Page 140
It struck me as rather odd that picture had escaped my memory until now. What
had struck meat the time was the neat appearance of the guillotine; its shining
surfaces and finish reminded me of some laboratory instrument. One always has
...
It struck me as rather odd that picture had escaped my memory until now. What
had struck meat the time was the neat appearance of the guillotine; its shining
surfaces and finish reminded me of some laboratory instrument. One always has
...
Page 148
Just then he got up again, and it struck me that if he wanted to move in this tiny
cell, almost the only choice lay between standing up and sitting down. I was
staring at the floor. He took a single step toward me, and halted, as if he didn't
dare to ...
Just then he got up again, and it struck me that if he wanted to move in this tiny
cell, almost the only choice lay between standing up and sitting down. I was
staring at the floor. He took a single step toward me, and halted, as if he didn't
dare to ...
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