Albert Camus - Libro El Extranjero De

For the first time—perhaps too late—he felt ready to live it all again.

He pushed the priest away. Fell back on the cot. The sky outside his cell window was black, then violet, then the thinnest line of orange.

He felt the world’s tender indifference wash over him. It was like a mother. Quiet. Vast. Asking nothing. libro el extranjero de albert camus

He thought of Marie, who would soon find another yes. Of Salamano, who lost his dog. Of the Arab, whose name he never learned.

On the final night, the chaplain burst in. “Your heart is stone! You will face death. You must turn to God!” For the first time—perhaps too late—he felt ready

The Day the Sky Went Quiet

At the wake, the caretaker offered coffee and offered to open the coffin. “No,” Meursault said. Not from fear. From a lack of need. The dead are dead. Looking at her face would not bring her back; it would only make the living uncomfortable. He smoked a cigarette, drank a café au lait, and watched the old people weep. Their tears felt like rain on a window he was sitting behind. The sky outside his cell window was black,

He was sentenced to death by guillotine.