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 51
But Raymond asked me to hold on; he had something else to tell me, and that
was why he'd rung me up, though he could have waited till the evening to pass
on the invitation. “It's like this,” he said. “I've been shadowed all the morning by
some ...
But Raymond asked me to hold on; he had something else to tell me, and that
was why he'd rung me up, though he could have waited till the evening to pass
on the invitation. “It's like this,” he said. “I've been shadowed all the morning by
some ...
Page 55
While waiting for the hors d'oeuvre she opened her bag, took out a slip of paper
and a pencil, and added up the bill in advance. Diving into her bag again, she
produced a purse and took from it the exact sum, plus a small tip, and placed it on
...
While waiting for the hors d'oeuvre she opened her bag, took out a slip of paper
and a pencil, and added up the bill in advance. Diving into her bag again, she
produced a purse and took from it the exact sum, plus a small tip, and placed it on
...
Page 134
The jury went out, and I was taken to the little room where I had already waited.
My lawyer came to see me; he was very talkative and showed more cordiality and
confidence than ever before. He assured me that all would go well and I'd get off
...
The jury went out, and I was taken to the little room where I had already waited.
My lawyer came to see me; he was very talkative and showed more cordiality and
confidence than ever before. He assured me that all would go well and I'd get off
...
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