Abstract

On January 4th, 1960, the radio announced the death of Albert Camus. Revolt against the absurdity of death had been the main inspiration of all his thinking, and in fact death came to him in a most absurd way, in a car-crash on the main road to Paris, after a day of quiet and sedate work in his country home. A punctured tyre, a skid, and death was instantaneous. Perhaps a lively conversation was thus interrupted about what he had been writing that day and how he was to continue his train of thought on the morrow.