Tuesday, February 2, 2010


"I looked up at the mass of signs and stars in the night sky and laid myself open for the first time to the gentle indifference of the world. And finding it so much like myself, in fact so fraternal, I realised that I'd been happy, and that I was still happy. For the final consummation and for me to feel less lonely, my last wish was that there should be a crowd of spectators at my execution and that they should greet me with cries of hatred."

~ Albert Camus, The Outsider (or, The Stranger, L'Etranger)

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