I'd buried Maman, and like then, my forehead especially was hurting me, all the veins in it throbbing under the skin. It was this burning, which I couldn't stand anymore, that made me move forward. I knew that it was stupid, that I wouldn't get the sun... Weather: How It Works And Why It Matters - Pàgina 196per Arthur Upgren - 2008 - 240 pàginesPrevisualització limitada - Sobre aquest llibre
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...sun was the same as it had been the day I'd buried Maman, and like then, my forehead especially was hurting me, all the veins in it throbbing under the...stepping forward. But I took a step, one step, forward. And this time, without getting up, the Arab drew his knife and held it up to me in the sun. The light... | |
| Harold Bloom - 2009 - 177 pàgines
...sun was the same as it had been the day Fd buried Maman, and like then, my forehead especially was hurting me, all the veins in it throbbing under the...couldn't stand anymore, that made me move forward. Meursault clearly establishes a metaphorical relationship between the scene of the murder and the funeral... | |
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