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“I wanted to hear the murmur of its water again, to escape the sun and the strain and the women's tears, and to find shade and rest again at last.”

Quote by Albert Camus

Work

The Stranger

Albert Camus' The Stranger is a profound exploration of alienation and the absurdity of human existence. The story follows Meursault, a man who leads a seemingly ordinary life until he commits a seemingly senseless murder. The novel challenges readers to confront the meaning of life and the nature of morality. more

Author

Albert Camus
Albert Camus

Albert Camus was a French author and philosopher, born on November 7, 1913, and died on January 4, 1960. Known for his unique existentialist philosophy and profound insights into human suffering, Camus' works include 'The Stranger', 'The Plague', and 'The Myth of Sisyphus', which have had a profound impact on 20th-century literature. more

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