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1 " The futility of what was happening here seemed to take me by the throat, I felt like vomiting, and I had only one idea: to get it over, to go back to my cell, and sleep... and sleep. "
― , L'Étranger
2 " The newspapers often talk about a debt that is owed to society. And that debt has to be paid, they say. But that doesn’t really fire the imagination. What counted was the possibility of escape, a leap beyond the merciless rite, a rush towards the kind of madness that offered every possibility of hope. "