Word: camus
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...means?" he demanded. "Is this possible? But what will justify the ends?" Sartre raged against him, and their quarrel reverberated through those intent Left Bank circles whose proud boast is that they dispute only about essentials. Sartre's onetime great and good friend, Simone de Beauvoir, cruelly lampooned Camus' life and loves in her novel The Mandarins...
...Every revolutionary," Camus declared, "ends up by being an oppressor or a heretic." Just how far his heresy would take him, he himself did not know. "If one could create a party of those who are not sure they are right," he said, "it would be mine." Yet, at last, the heavy weight of nihilism and Marxism seemed lifted. "It may be necessary to fight a lie in the name of a quarter-truth," said Camus. "That is our situation at present. The quarter-truth that Western Civilizations contain is called liberty. Without liberty it is possible to improve heavy...
...Visitor. In 1957, for the light he had shed "on the problem posed in our day by the conscience of man," Camus won the Nobel Prize for Literature-the youngest man except Kipling ever so honored. With the money, he and his wife bought a Provencal farmhouse near the village of Lourmarin. There, with their 14-year-old twins, they put their marriage together again. Camus' friend Michel Gallimard, the nephew of his publisher, stopped last week with his wife and daughter on his way from Cannes to Paris. The car he was driving was a sleek Facel Vega...
...wonderful to drive fast," said Camus gaily, "when one is not driving oneself." At 2 that afternoon, the car sped through the town of Villeneuve-la-Guyard, about 80 miles southeast of Paris. A few minutes later it lurched out of control, hurtled against one tree and smashed into another. When the police arrived, they found Gallimard fatally injured, his wife and daughter unconscious. In the back of the car, whose speedometer had stuck at 150 km. (94 m.p.h.), was the crushed and lifeless body of Albert Camus...
...week's end, under the cypress trees of the Lourmarin cemetery, the mayor of the village spoke a few words, and in prayerless silence the coffin of Albert Camus was lowered...