Just like Maman's funeral, the day of the shooting at the beach, and the magistrate and chaplain's questioning of him, Meursault focuses on how others determine and judge him silently. He realizes the trial process is absurd. During the reading of the verdict, the members of the court (the judges, jurors, court reporter, lawyers, and witness) all avert their eyes toward Meursault:
It seemed to me then that I could interpret the look on the faces of those present; it was one of almost respectful sympathy. The policemen, too, handled me very gently. The lawyer placed his hand on my wrist. I had stopped thinking altogether. I heard the Judge’s voice asking if I had anything more to say. After thinking for a moment, I answered, “No.”
Whereas Meursault had been previously judged by unofficial juries earlier in the novel (the old people during the vigil), who would not...
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