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During the silence that followed, the magistrate kept fidgeting, running his fingers
through his hair, half rising, then sitting down again. Finally, planting his elbows
on the desk, he bent toward me with a queer expression. "But why, why did you ...
To indicate, presumably, that the interview was over, the magistrate stood up. In
the same weary tone he asked me a last question: Did I regret what I had done?
After thinking a bit, I said that what I felt was less regret than a kind of vexation— I
The magistrate seemed to have lost interest in me, and to have come to some
sorfof decision about my case. He never mentioned God again or displayed any
of the religious fervor I had found so embarrassing at our first interview. The result
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LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - Clara53 - LibraryThing
The book left a strange feeling in my head - can't put a finger on it even after a few days have gone by. It's something like this: how mere circumstances - if not judged or addressed precisely - can ... Read full review
LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - pivic - LibraryThing
This book is straight-forward. A trip into the mind of a man, who acts and thinks like a stoic; his journey through life is simple, basically because he does what he wants and doesn't care for much ... Read full review