It occurred to me that when he had got on the train, he instinctively gravitated closer towards me, another human being, to share his evening. We humans are social animals, and contact with others is very important to us. Having sat down opposite me, he ate his dinner and enjoyed his daughter's laughter in my company.
On the 4th of January, 1960, at the age of forty six, Camus had planned to take a train back to Paris after a Christmas holiday with his wife and kids. At the last minute, Camus changed his mind and decided to travel instead with his publisher Michel Gallimard. During the journey, Gallimard's car slipped off the icy roads and smashed into a tree, immediately killing Camus.
There's one aspect of the sport Stateside that doesn't subscribe to the same law of hyperbolic excess - the fans. If the rule that governs the rest of American life is observed, then those followers of MLB, NFL and the rest should find themselves reduced to orgasmic ecstasy by success and frothing rage by defeat.
On 4 January 1960 Albert Camus, the writer, absurdist philosopher and beloved intellectual pin-up of post-war France, was returning to Paris from his home in Provence after the Christmas holiday. Just short of his destination, the Facel Vega in which he was a passenger skidded off the road and concertinaed into a tree, killing him instantly.
When France was moralizing over the Armenian genocide the Turkish Prime Minister, Erdogan accused them of hypocrisy.