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I’ve never felt so seen.

Meursault finally crashing out >>>

118-119 beautiful storytelling.

Relatable.

“All I care about right now is escaping the machinery of justice, seeing if there’s any way out of the inevitable.”

😭

“But all the long speeches, all the interminable days and hours that people had spent talking about my soul, had left me with the impression of a colorless swirling river that was making me feel dizzy.”

The prosecutor is not messing around with Meursault omg

“We cannot blame him for this. We cannot complain that he lacks what it was not in his power to acquire. But here in this court the wholly negative virtue of tolerance must give way to the sterner but loftier virtue of justice. Especially when the emptiness of a man’s heart becomes, we find it in this man, an abyss threatening to swallow up society.”

- The prosecutor about the narrator’s soul.

The entirety of page 96 going into 97 >>>

(Quote from pg 97)

“Yes, it was the hour, when, a long time ago, I was perfectly content. What awaited me back then was always a night of easy, dreamless sleep. And yet something had changed, since it was back to my cell that I went to wait for the next day…as if familiar paths traced in summer skies could lead as easily to prison as to the sleep of the innocent.”

“Céleste then threw toward me. It looked to me as if his eyes were glistening and his lips were trembling. He seemed to be asking me what else he could do. I said nothing; I made no gesture of any kind, but it was the first time in my life I ever wanted to kiss a man.”

Céleste is a real one.

“…..with such glee and with such a triumphant look in my direction that for the first time in years I had this stupid urge to cry, because I could feel how much all these people hated me.” (Pgs 89-90)

The quote about the narrator looking at his reflection and for the first time in months he heard the song of his own voice.

“I recognized it as the same one that had been ringing in my ears for many long days, & I realized that all that time I had been talking to myself. Then I remembered what the nurse at Maman’s funeral said. No, there was no way out, & no one can imagine what nights in prison are like.”

“I hadn’t understood how days could be both long and short at the same time: long to live through, maybe, but so drawn out that they end up flowing into one another. They lost their names. Only the words “yesterday” and “tomorrow” still had any meaning for me.”

This is so real.

Pages 67 - 71 was written with scarce intensity between Meursault and the magistrate (judicial officer).

The JO weaponizes his belief in God in attempt for Meursault to change his stoic mindset.

Pg 69: “Then he looked at me closely and with a little sadness in his face. In a low voice he said, “I have never seen a soul as hardened as yours.”

“I shook off the sweat and sun. I knew that I had shattered the harmony of the day, the exceptional silence of a beach where I’d been happy. Then I fired four more times at the motionless body where the bullets lodged without leaving a trace. And it was like knocking four quick times on the door of unhappiness.”

Insaneeee!!!