Ones man’s trash is another man’s treasure. In this case, it was went through that cycle at least twice. I walked by a yardsale on my way to the gym this morning and glanced around. As I was leaving, one woman went inside to get the books. On my way home, I looked again and the books were out. A few medical books, a few in french, and one copy of L’etranger by Albert Camus.
The Stranger, The Outsider, L’etranger, El Extranjero.
Whatever you call it, it is my favorite book. It is a sercurity blanket. I read it once or twice a year and have amassed a small collection of translations. Today I picked up a 1957 or 1963 paperback copy from France.
For 25 cents. One quarter.
Hurrah!
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