The Stranger

by: Albert Camus

Part Two: Chapter 5


The only thing that interests me now is the problem of circumventing the machine, learning if the inevitable admits a loophole.


Then he tried to change the subject by asking me why I hadn’t once addressed him as “Father,” seeing that he was a priest. That irritated me still more, and I told him he wasn’t my father; quite the contrary, he was on the others’ side.


Every man alive was privileged; there was only one class of men, the privileged class. All alike would be condemned to die one day; his turn, too, would come like the others’.