#L'Étranger

[bernardmarx]

[bungeegum28]

𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞 Umibe no Étranger • 海辺のエトランゼ (2020) 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 Kanna Kii 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨 Hibari 𝐝𝐢𝐫. Akiyo Ohashi

𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘦: 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

[wolfsnape]

[primythios]

i just finished reading albert camus’ ‘The Outsider’, and god i feel so..weird. like i already want to re read it, i was to write a 5000 word essay on each line and its meaning. perhaps this is just a post-read high i’m still riding, but god i really enjoyed it. it’s so…simple. so insanely simple yet so satisfyingly written as well, i feel the need to talk to everyone about it

[montagne-russe]

shooting him with my lyrics beam

[crydadoll]

I was thinking about how some points in Electroma's history is similar with some ones in "L'étranger / The Stranger" from Albert Camus.

The main "heroes" from both universes just want to live their lives in the way they think it is better for them. And because of this, they both (Meursault and the bots) are condemned by society. Instead of change their minds, they prefered die following their ideals.

Other common point between the histories is the sun. The sun was the reason for their doomed. In "The Stranger", because of the sun, Meursault shot the guy and was arrested; and in Electroma, because of sun, the bot's 'human's faces' started to melt, making the other bots pursue them.

I'm very happy to realise this. The Stranger is one of my fav books. And i love it how Electroma is similar with it.

<3

[chaotic-history]

Philosophy crossover episode

[bookfirstlinetourney]

Round 1

I’ll make my report as if I told a story, for I was taught as a child on my homeworld that Truth is a matter of the imagination.

-The Left Hand of Darkness, Ursula K. Le Guin

Aujourd'hui, maman est morte. Ou peut être hier, je ne sais pas. J'ai reçu un télégramme de l'asile : « Mère décédée. Enterrement demain. Sentiments distingués. » Cela ne veut rien dire. C'était peut être hier.

(Mother died today. Or, maybe, yesterday; I can’t be sure. The telegram from the Home says: YOUR MOTHER PASSED AWAY. FUNERAL TOMORROW. DEEP SYMPATHY. Which leaves the matter doubtful; it could have been yesterday.)

-L'étranger, Albert Camus

I’ve confessed everything and I��d like to be hanged. Now, if you please.

-Chime, Franny Billingsley

[crickets-must-be-enslaved]

what do you mean meursault is autistic

[0mnemonic0]

“I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world.”

~ Albert Camus, L'Étranger

[darkaac]

always in the brain

[quote-tournament]

Tumblr kicked me off randomly idk if my ask sent but if not…I also wanted to ask what your favorite quote is, not necessarily one that’s competing in this bracket 🐝

Ho friend, that is so difficult for me to choose... You know, my entire desk is tagged with the quotes I liked over the years (I might keep a clear spot for this tournament's winner)

My top 3 favourite quotes are :

Number 3:

Can you feel your heart burning? Can you feel the struggle within? The fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. You cannot kill me in a way that matters

-the mushroom, @/personsonable

This is the quote that made me create a Tumblr account, it is also the quote that started the quote desk™

Number 2 :

Aujourd'hui, maman est morte. Ou peut être hier, je ne sais pas. J'ai reçu un télégramme de l'asile : « Mère décédée. Enterrement demain. Sentiments distingués. » Cela ne veut rien dire. C'était peut être hier.

-Albert Camus, L'étranger

(translation:

Mother died today. Or, maybe, yesterday; I can’t be sure. The telegram from the Home says: YOUR MOTHER PASSED AWAY. FUNERAL TOMORROW. DEEP SYMPATHY. Which leaves the matter doubtful; it could have been yesterday.)

That was the fastest I have ever been hooked into a book. I know it's already such a well-known quote, but the hold it had on my 16 years old self was ungodly. Reading this book was supposed to be school work, but I had barely finished the first sentence I knew it was living work for me. I don't think the English translation has the same gut wrenching quality tho

And now *drum roll* number 1 !

I love you. I'm glad I exist.

-Wendy Cope, The Orange

That is such a nice verse to end the poem on. I have written the entire poem on the side of the desk, so that it is at eye level when I'm in my bed, and I can see it no matter where I stand in my room. It's the general you. You random people in daily life, you who reads this, you the concept of time, you myself. I might get tattooed a peeled orange just for this poem

[have-you-read-this-short-fiction]

*Originally published in French under the title "L'Étranger"

[s0lace-1n-s0l1tude]

I feel like Meursault

[annacswenson]

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~ la tendre indifférence du monde ~

ALBERT CAMUS

[limethechef]

He could be in this very room! He could be you! He could be me! He could even be- oh wait, it is me! Well, that settles it. Off to visit your mother!