The StrangerA young Algerian, Meursault, afflicted with a sort of aimless inertia, becomes embroiled in the petty intrigues of a local pimp and, somewhat inexplicably, ends up killing a man. Once he's imprisoned and eventually brought to trial, his crime, it becomes apparent, is not so much the arguably defensible murder he has committed as it is his deficient character ... |
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... hear . . . VI · " " IT WAS an effort waking up that Sunday morning ; Marie had to jog my shoulders and shout my name . As we wanted to get into the water early , we didn't trouble about breakfast . My head was aching slightly and my ...
... hear . . . VI · " " IT WAS an effort waking up that Sunday morning ; Marie had to jog my shoulders and shout my name . As we wanted to get into the water early , we didn't trouble about breakfast . My head was aching slightly and my ...
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... to get the men out of the way . So we went out together , the three of us . The light was almost vertical and the glare from the water seared one's eyes . The beach was quite deserted now . One could hear a faint tinkle of 66.
... to get the men out of the way . So we went out together , the three of us . The light was almost vertical and the glare from the water seared one's eyes . The beach was quite deserted now . One could hear a faint tinkle of 66.
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... hear footsteps . Mother used to say that however miserable one is , there's always something to be thankful for . And each morning , when the sky brightened and light began to flood my cell , I agreed with her . Because I might just as ...
... hear footsteps . Mother used to say that however miserable one is , there's always something to be thankful for . And each morning , when the sky brightened and light began to flood my cell , I agreed with her . Because I might just as ...
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