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"
One
has
the
impression
he
is
capable
of
anything
,
"
said
Tarrou
.
"
Not
at
all
;
he
’
s
not
capable
of
suffering
or
of
being
happy
for
long
.
So
he
’
s
not
capable
of
anything
worthwhile
.
"
He
looked
at
them
,
then
asked
:
"
Come
Tarrou
,
are
you
capable
of
dying
for
love
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
but
I
doubt
it
,
now
.
"
"
There
.
Yet
you
are
capable
of
dying
for
an
idea
,
that
’
s
patently
obvious
.
Well
,
I
’
ve
had
enough
of
people
who
die
for
ideas
.
I
don
’
t
believe
in
heroism
,
I
know
that
it
’
s
easy
and
I
’
ve
found
out
that
it
’
s
deadly
.
What
interests
me
,
is
living
or
dying
for
what
one
loves
.
"
Rieux
had
been
listening
closely
to
the
journalist
.
Still
looking
at
him
,
he
said
gently
:
"
Man
is
not
an
idea
,
Rambert
.
"
The
other
man
jumped
up
from
the
bed
,
his
face
contorted
with
emotion
.
"
He
is
an
idea
and
a
very
brief
one
,
just
as
soon
as
he
turns
away
from
love
.
And
that
’
s
the
trouble
:
we
are
no
longer
capable
of
love
.
Let
’
s
resign
ourselves
,
doctor
,
let
’
s
wait
until
we
are
capable
of
it
and
if
it
’
s
really
not
possible
,
wait
for
the
general
deliverance
,
without
playing
at
heroes
.
