Lo straniero
by Albert Camus
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Pubblicato nel 1942, "Lo straniero", un classico della letteratura contemporanea, sembra tradurre in immagini quel concetto dell'assurdo che Albert Camus andava allora delineando e che troverà teorizzazione nel coevo "Il mito di Sisifo". Protagonista è Meursault, un modesto impiegato che vive ad Alg... More

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Davanti a quella notte carica di segni e di stelle, mi aprivo per la prima volta alla dolce indifferenza del mondo.
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Davanti a quella notte carica di segni e di stelle, mi aprivo per la prima volta alla dolce indifferenza del mondo.
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Dal momento che si muore, come e quando non importa, è evidente.
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Dal momento che si muore, come e quando non importa, è evidente.
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Ma tutti sanno che la vita non val la pena di essere vissuta
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Ma tutti sanno che la vita non val la pena di essere vissuta
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Mai ero riuscito a provare un vero dispiacere per qualcosa.
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Mai ero riuscito a provare un vero dispiacere per qualcosa.
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Allora mi ha chiesto se non mi interessava un cambiamento di vita. Ho risposto che non si cambia mai di vita, che del resto tutte le vite si equivalgono.
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Allora mi ha chiesto se non mi interessava un cambiamento di vita. Ho risposto che non si cambia mai di vita, che del resto tutte le vite si equivalgono.
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Un momento dopo, mi ha domandato se l'amavo. Le ho risposto che era una cosa che non significava nulla, ma che mi pareva di no.
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Un momento dopo, mi ha domandato se l'amavo. Le ho risposto che era una cosa che non significava nulla, ma che mi pareva di no.
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Sempre per l'abitudine
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Sempre per l'abitudine
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Court was adjourned. As I was led to the police car, I briefly recognized the scent and colour of a summer's evening. From the darkness of my moving prison, I rediscovered, one by one - as if arising from the depths of my weariness - all the familiar sounds of the city that I loved, and that particular moment of the day when I had sometimes felt happy. The shouts of the newspaper sellers in the calm night air, the last few birds in the town square, the people selling sandwiches, the creaking of the trams along the high bends of the cit and the slight breeze from above before night suddenly falls over the port - to me, all these things merged to form the journey of a blind man, a journey I'd known so well before going to prison. Yes, this was the time of day when, a very long time ago, I had felt happy. A time when I could look forward to a night of peaceful sleep, devoid of dreams. But now, all that had changed; as I waited for the new day to dawn, I found myself back in my cell. It was as if the familiar paths etched in the summer skies could just as easily lead to prison as to innocent sleep.
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Court was adjourned. As I was led to the police car, I briefly recognized the scent and colour of a summer's evening. From the darkness of my moving prison, I rediscovered, one by one - as if arising from the depths of my weariness - all the familiar sounds of the city that I loved, and that particu... More
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I waited. The burning sun struck my cheecks and I could feel drops of sweat gathering above my eyebrows. It was the same sun as the day I'd buried Mama, and like then it was my forehead that hurt the most and I could feel every vein throbbing beneath my skin. I was being burned alive; I couldn't stand it any more so I took a step forward. I kwew it was stupid; I knew I couldn't shake off the sun simply by taking one step. But I took that step, one single step forward. And this time, without getting up, the Arab pulled out his knife and raised it towards me in the sun. The light flashed off the steel and it was as if a long gleaming blade was thrust deep into my forehead. At that very moment, the sweat that had gathered on my eyebrows suddenly rushed down into my eyes, blinding me with a warm, heavy veil of salt and tears. All I could feel was the sun crashing like cymbals against my forehead, and the knife, a burning sword hovering above me.
Its red-hot blade tore through my eyelashes to pierce my aching eyes. It was then that everything started to sway. The sea heaved a heavy, scorching sigh. The sky seemed to split apart from end to end to pour its fire down upon me. My whole body tensed as I gripped the gun more tightly. It set off the trigger. I could feel the smooth barrel in my hand and it was then, with that sharp, deafening sound, that it all began. I shook off the sweat and the sun. I realized that I had destroyed the natural balance of the day, the exceptional silence of a beach where I had once been happy. Then I fired four more times into the lifeless body, where the bullets sank without leaving a trace. And it was as if I had rapped sharply, four times, on the fatal door of destiny.
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I waited. The burning sun struck my cheecks and I could feel drops of sweat gathering above my eyebrows. It was the same sun as the day I'd buried Mama, and like then it was my forehead that hurt the most and I could feel every vein throbbing beneath my skin. I was being burned alive; I couldn't sta... More
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Allora mi sono trovato spesso a pensare che se mi avessero fatto vivere dentro un tronco d’albero morto, senza poter fare altro che guardare il fiore del cielo sopra la mia testa, a poco a poco mi sarei abituato. Avrei aspettato passaggi di uccelli o incontri di nuvole, così come lì aspettavo le strambe cravatte del mio avvocato e come, in un altro mondo, pazientavo fino al sabato per abbracciare il corpo di Marie. Ma, a pensarci bene, non ero dentro un albero morto. C’era gente più infelice di me. Tra l’altro era un’idea di mamma, e lo ripeteva spesso, che alla fine ci si abitua a tutto.

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Allora mi sono trovato spesso a pensare che se mi avessero fatto vivere dentro un tronco d’albero morto, senza poter fare altro che guardare il fiore del cielo sopra la mia testa, a poco a poco mi sarei abituato. Avrei aspettato passaggi di uccelli o incontri di nuvole, così come lì aspettavo le str... More