To be a stranger is not to be inhuman. It is to refuse the lie that life must have meaning beyond itself. To love the heat on your skin, the taste of a glass of wine, the curve of a woman’s shoulder—and to ask for nothing more. The absurd hero does not despair. He lives. Fiercely. Honestly. Until the final, indifferent light.
He is not a monster. That is the first mistake we make. el extranjero. albert camus
But Meursault is the most honest man in the room. To be a stranger is not to be inhuman
“I had been right, I was still right. I was always right.” el extranjero. albert camus