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"So close to death, my mother must have felt liberated and ready to relive everything. No one, no one had the right to weep over her. And I too felt ready to relive everything. As if that great anger had purged me of evil, freed me from hope, in front of that night filled with signs and stars, I opened myself for the first time to the sweet indifference of the world. Finding it so similar to me, finally so fraternal, I felt that I had been happy, and that I still was. For everything to be consumed, for me to be less alone, I can only hope that there will be many spectators on the day of my execution and that they will greet me with shouts of hate."

Albert Camus, The Stranger