“I had been right, I was still right, I was always right. I had lived my life one way and I just as well could have lived it another. I had done this and I hadn’t done that, I hadn’t done this thing but I had done another. And so? It was as if I had waited all this time for this moment and for the first light of this dawn to be vindicated. Nothing, nothing mattered, and I knew why.”
Albert Camus, The Stranger. Meursault’s gut-wrenching monologue as he awaits his execution is probably amongst the greatest and most beautiful moments in all of Western literature. (via bethefoodoflove)
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