Saturday, September 8, 2012

Meursault says...

'And I felt ready to live it all again too. As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself - so like a brother, really - I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again. For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone, I had to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate.'

-Meursault (The Stranger, written by Albert Camus, 1942, translated from French to English by Matthew Ward, 1988)

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