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The Adulterous Wife

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a bored, unhappy French couple go on a business trip through Algeria. the adultery here is metaphorical (with the Algerian environment, I suppose)

Camus, A. (1991). The Adulterous Wife. In Camus, A. Exile and the Kingdom. Vintage International, pp. 1-16

(noun) a one-piece hooded cloak worn by Arabs and Berbers

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buried in their burnooses

—p.1 by Albert Camus
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buried in their burnooses

—p.1 by Albert Camus
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7 years, 6 months ago

(from the French képi) a French military cap with a flat top and horizontal brim

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a kepi of greyish brown cloth on his tanned face

—p.2 by Albert Camus
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a kepi of greyish brown cloth on his tanned face

—p.2 by Albert Camus
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(noun) an accumulation of earth and stones carried and finally deposited by a glacier

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the nearly polar plateaus cluttered with moraines

—p.4 by Albert Camus
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7 years, 6 months ago

the nearly polar plateaus cluttered with moraines

—p.4 by Albert Camus
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7 years, 6 months ago

(noun) a brick or building material of sun-dried earth and straw / (noun) a structure made of adobe bricks / (noun) a heavy clay used in making adobe bricks / (noun) alluvial or playa clay in desert or arid regions

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the adobe arcades

—p.6 by Albert Camus
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the adobe arcades

—p.6 by Albert Camus
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7 years, 6 months ago
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Garlands of stars were falling from the black sky above the palm tree and the houses. She ran along the short avenue, now empty, that led the fort. The cold, no longer needing to struggle against the sun, had invaded the night; the icy air burned her lungs. But she ran, half blind, in the darkness. [...] Running had not warmed her, she was still trembling all over. But the cold air she swalloed in gulps soon flowed steadily inside her, and a spark of warmth began to glow amidst her shivers. Her eyes opened at last on the spaces of the night.

pretty passage

—p.15 by Albert Camus 7 years, 6 months ago

Garlands of stars were falling from the black sky above the palm tree and the houses. She ran along the short avenue, now empty, that led the fort. The cold, no longer needing to struggle against the sun, had invaded the night; the icy air burned her lungs. But she ran, half blind, in the darkness. [...] Running had not warmed her, she was still trembling all over. But the cold air she swalloed in gulps soon flowed steadily inside her, and a spark of warmth began to glow amidst her shivers. Her eyes opened at last on the spaces of the night.

pretty passage

—p.15 by Albert Camus 7 years, 6 months ago