And I
felt ready to live it all again too. As if that blind rage had washed me clean,
rid me of hope and for the first time, in that night alive with signs and
stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so
much like myself – like a brother, really – I felt that I had been happy and
that I was happy again. For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone,
I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my
execution and that they greet me with cries of hate. (129)
At the
end of the novel we see a release of all that he has contained: emotions,
sadness and anger the feelings will all trap within us in our everyday lives.
Every day we are alive we are hurt we are angered we are annoyed, but society
expects us to contain these feelings into a box. This box continues to build up
more anger, more hatred, more feelings. Yet, once we allow this lid to be
released the flurry of emotions is released with such explosive anger that one
can not even imagine contain it. Meursault has removed himself from life to
protect himself from the aggravations and feelings of life those that hurt us
and destroy us. He has had a lifetime of these memories that have been trapped,
contained, chained within looking for a way out a weakness in Meursault’s
emotional armor. His armor was the distractions of his life the tasks he must
complete and things to do every day. He tries to repress his feelings, hence
why he is removed the concept of mourning when his mother dies, its why he
fails to understand love, it is why he fails to understand anger and revenge.
The members of the court fail to see this emotional absence as a cocoon or a
shell to protect himself from emotional damage.
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