Lost and found in translation; words, feelings and foreign language. (Part I)

   (Portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer I Painting by Gustav Klimt, 1907)  I am reading The Outsider by Albert Camus on a lazy Sunday afternoon. ‘The sky seemed to rip apart from end to end to pour down upon me,’ he writes as Meursault, the apathetic man who refuses to conform. I have always liked Camus, but until…