The Stranger Part 2 - Chapter 3 PDF

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Part 2 - Chapter 3: Saturday, October 20, 2018

2:51 PM

• Last case session of Court of Assizes: end in June ○ His case: wasn't the most important case of session ○ After his was a parricide • Reporter: "we've blown your case up a little. Summer is the slow season for th news. And your story and the parricide were the only ones worth bothering about." (pg. 84) ○ Fattened up weasel man: "actually, he didn't come because of you. But since they assigned him to cover the parricide trial, they asked him to send a dispatch about your case at the same time." (pg. 84) • Bailiff read names of witness ○ Director and caretaker from home - Thomas Perez, Raymond, Masson, Salamano, and Marie • Explained why he put Maman in a home ○ Didn't have enough money ○ "…didn’t expect anything from each other" (pg. 88) • It was never narrator's intention to go back to spring to kill Arab ○ It just happened to be that he was armed • Judge was surprised that he was calm at funeral (pg. 89) ○ And didn’t know how old she was • Caretaker: ○ "…I hadn't wanted to see Maman, that I had smoked and slept some, and tha I had had some coffee. It was then I felt a stirring to through the room and for the first time I realized that I was guilty. The caretaker was asked to repeat

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the part about the coffee and the cigarette. The prosecutor looked at me with an ironic gleam in his eye." (pg. 90) Prosecutor: "indeed, the gentlemen of the jury will take note of the fact. Andt heyw ill conclude that a stranger may offer a cup of coffee, but that beside the body of the one who brought him into the world, a son should have refused it."" (pg. 91) Thomas Perez: ○ He only knew mother and never saw narrator until funeral § Said he was too sad to see anything but didn't see narrator cry once ○ Lawyer: did you seee him "not cry" § Thomas: "no" ○ "here we have a perfect relfection of this entire trial: evrything is true and nothing is true!" (pg. 91) Celeste: regarding narrator's crime "the way I see it, it's bad luck… the way I see it, it's bad luck." (pg. 92) ○ Once again: "but we are here to judge just this sort of bad luck" (92) Marie: ○ "…and she was still beautiful…From where I was sitting, I could just make out the slight fullness of her breasts, and I recognized the little pout of her lower lip. She seemed very nervous" (pg. 93) ○ She said narrator was a friend Prosecutor: "…pointing at me…'the day after his mother's death, this man was out swimming, starting up a dubious liaison, and going to the movies, a comedy, for laughs…" (pg. 94) ○ Marie: sobbed "it wasn't like that, there was more to it… she knew me and I hadn't done anything wrong." (pg. 94) Nobody listened to anyone saying anything good about narrator ○ Didn’t listen to Salamano nor Masson ○ Raymond: "blurted out that I was innocent"

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○ Raymond: "blurted out that I was innocent" § "he was the one the victim hated ever since he had hit the guy's sister…judge asked him whether the victim (arab) hadn't also had a reason to hate me…my being at the beach was just a chance." (pg. 95) ○ Prosecutor: "it was common knowledge that the witness practiced the profession of procurer. I was his friend and cccomplice…they were dealing with a monster, a man without morals" § Asked if they were friends (raymond and narrator) □ "the same man who the day after his mother died was in dulging in the most shameful debauchery killed a man for the most trivial of reasons and did so in order to settle an affair of unspeakable vice." (pg. 96) Lawyer: "is my client on trial for burying his mother or for killing a man" ○ Prosecutor: "I accuse this man of burying his mother with crime in his heart" Walking back to van: "I recognized for a brief moment the smell and color of the summer evening…I could make out one by one… all the familiar sounds of a town I loved and of a certain time of day when I used to feel happy." (Pg. 97) "the cries of the newspaper vendors… the last few birds in the square, the shouts of the sandwich sellers, the screech of the streetcars turning… through the upper town, and that hum in the sky before night engulfs the port: all this mapped out ofr ma e route I knew so well before going to prison and which I now traveled blind." (pg. 97) "…as if familiar paths traced in summer skies could lead as easily to prison as to the sleep of the innocent" (pg. 97)...