Camus - El Extranjero. Albert

“I had been right, I was still right. I was always right.”

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. el extranjero. albert camus

Camus shows us a universe that is not evil, but indifferent. The sky does not care if you mourn. The sun burns equally on the funeral procession and the murder. The world breathes with a vast, mechanical silence. And in that silence, Meursault is finally free. In his prison cell, awaiting execution, he opens himself to “the tender indifference of the world.” He realizes he had been happy. He would be happy again. “I had been right, I was still right