"The stranger" by Albert Camus
What I first felt to be honest about the stranger of Camus is how much a little tiny bit of Merceau is found in each one of us.It really made my flesh crawl when I realized that Merceau can be anywhere around us, in the bus, at work or even at home. This remoteness marks our days and is what we meet on our daily lives.
I really tend to believe that the stranger and monsieur Merceau did cause his death because he has never felt one with himself. The way he approached life was through death - if he ever did approach it - and this is what brought him to his predestined future.