- Meursault: As if this great anger had purged me of evil, emptied me of hope. Before this night laden with signs and stars, I opened myself for the first time to the tender indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself, so fraternal at last I felt that I had been happy, and that I was still happy. For everything to be consummated, so that I might feel less alone, it remained for me to wish for many spectators on the day of my execution, and that they greet me with cries of hate.
- Aumônier prison: How do you see it, this other life?
- Meursault: A life where I could remember this one.
- L'avocat général: I have nonetheless peered into the soul of the accused, but I found nothing. In truth, he has none.
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- L'avocat général: In truth, he has no soul. None of the moral principles of men is accessible to him. For here before us stands a man who morally kills his maman and cuts himself off from the society whose most essential rules he ignores and whose elementary reactions of the human heart he disregards.
- Meursault: I read an article in an old newspaper, a news item.
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- Meursault: a human interest story. About a man in Czechoslovakia. He had left to make his fortune. After 25 years, he had become rich, married, and a father. So he returned to his village. His maman ran a hotel with his sister, he wanted to surprise them. But they didn't recognize him. To play a game, he took a room and he showed his money. At night, the maman and the sister went up to the room. And to rob him, they killed him with a hammer. Then they threw him into the river. The next day, when they realized whom they had killed, the maman hanged herself, and the daughter threw herself into a well.
