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The
others
were
in
the
same
state
.
Tarrou
was
holding
up
best
,
but
his
notebooks
show
that
,
while
his
curiosity
had
not
lessened
in
depth
,
it
had
lost
some
of
its
diversity
.
Indeed
,
throughout
that
period
he
appeared
only
to
be
interested
in
Cottard
.
In
the
evening
,
at
Rieux
’
s
house
,
where
he
had
eventually
moved
in
after
the
hotel
was
transformed
into
a
place
of
quarantine
,
he
would
barely
listen
to
Grand
or
the
doctor
as
they
delivered
the
results
.
He
would
immediately
bring
the
conversation
back
to
the
small
details
of
Oran
life
that
usually
occupied
his
attention
.
As
for
Castel
,
on
the
day
when
he
came
to
tell
the
doctor
that
the
serum
was
ready
,
and
after
they
had
decided
to
make
the
first
trials
on
M
.
Othon
’
s
little
boy
who
had
just
been
brought
to
the
hospital
and
whose
case
seemed
to
Rieux
hopeless
,
the
doctor
was
just
telling
his
old
friend
the
latest
statistics
when
he
noticed
that
the
other
man
had
fallen
fast
asleep
sunk
in
the
bottom
of
his
chair
.
Seeing
this
face
to
which
usually
an
air
of
gentleness
and
irony
gave
a
look
of
perpetual
youth
,
now
suddenly
abandoned
,
a
thread
of
saliva
running
between
the
half
-
open
lips
,
revealing
the
effects
of
age
and
wear
,
Rieux
felt
a
lump
in
his
throat
.
By
such
weaknesses
Rieux
could
assess
his
own
fatigue
.
His
sensibility
was
getting
out
of
hand
.
Held
back
most
of
the
time
,
hardened
and
dried
out
,
it
would
occasionally
collapse
and
abandon
him
to
feelings
that
he
could
no
longer
control
.
His
only
defence
was
to
resort
to
hardening
himself
and
tightening
the
knot
which
had
formed
in
him
.
He
knew
full
well
that
this
was
the
correct
way
to
proceed
.
For
the
rest
,
he
had
few
illusions
and
tiredness
took
away
even
those
that
he
still
had
.
He
knew
that
for
a
period
of
time
,
the
end
of
which
he
could
not
see
,
his
role
was
no
longer
that
of
a
healer
;
it
was
that
of
a
diagnostician
.
Discovering
,
seeing
,
describing
,
noting
and
then
condemning
—
that
was
his
task
.
Wives
would
seize
him
by
the
wrist
and
scream
:
"
Doctor
,
give
him
life
!
"
But
he
was
not
there
to
give
life
,
he
was
there
to
order
isolation
.
What
use
then
was
the
hatred
that
he
could
read
on
people
’
s
faces
?
"
You
have
no
heart
,
"
someone
once
told
him
.
But
he
did
have
one
.
He
used
it
to
bear
the
twenty
hours
a
day
in
which
he
saw
men
dying
who
were
made
for
life
.
He
used
it
to
start
again
day
after
day
.
For
the
time
being
,
he
had
just
enough
heart
for
that
.
How
could
his
heart
have
been
big
enough
to
give
life
?
No
,
it
was
not
help
that
he
handed
out
through
the
day
,
but
information
.
Of
course
,
you
couldn
’
t
call
that
a
man
’
s
job
.
But
when
all
’
s
said
and
done
,
who
in
this
terrorized
,
decimated
mass
was
free
to
exercise
a
man
’
s
job
?
Thank
goodness
,
at
least
,
that
he
was
tired
.
If
Rieux
had
been
more
alert
,
this
smell
of
death
everywhere
might
have
made
him
sentimental
.
But
there
is
no
room
for
sentimentality
when
you
have
only
slept
for
four
hours
.
You
see
things
as
they
are
,
that
is
to
say
in
the
light
of
justice
—
ghastly
and
ridiculous
justice
.
And
those
others
,
the
condemned
,
also
feel
it
.
Before
the
plague
,
he
was
greeted
like
a
saviour
.
He
would
fix
everything
with
three
pills
and
a
hypodermic
,
so
they
squeezed
his
arm
and
led
him
along
corridors
.
This
was
flattering
,
but
dangerous
.
Now
,
on
the
contrary
,
he
would
appear
with
soldiers
and
it
would
take
some
blows
with
the
butt
of
a
rifle
before
the
family
would
agree
to
let
them
in
.
They
would
like
to
have
dragged
him
and
to
have
dragged
all
humankind
with
them
into
death
.
Oh
,
it
was
quite
true
that
men
could
not
do
without
other
men
,
that
he
was
as
helpless
as
these
unfortunates
and
that
he
deserved
that
same
shudder
of
pity
that
he
allowed
to
rise
in
him
when
he
had
left
them
.
Such
at
least
were
the
thoughts
that
Dr
Rieux
pursued
over
these
interminable
weeks
,
along
with
others
concerning
his
status
as
a
separated
person
.
They
were
the
same
thoughts
that
he
could
see
reflected
in
the
faces
of
his
friends
.
But
the
most
dangerous
effect
of
the
exhaustion
that
gradually
overtook
all
those
who
carried
on
this
struggle
against
the
affliction
was
not
this
indifference
to
outside
events
and
the
feelings
of
others
,
but
the
neglect
to
which
they
gave
way
.
They
tended
at
this
time
to
avoid
any
gesture
that
was
not
absolutely
necessary
or
which
seemed
to
them
to
tax
their
strength
too
much
.
As
a
result
,
these
men
came
increasingly
to
neglect
the
very
rules
of
hygiene
that
they
had
drawn
up
,
to
overlook
some
of
the
various
disinfecting
procedures
that
they
ought
to
apply
to
themselves
;
they
would
sometimes
hurry
to
see
patients
suffering
from
pulmonary
plague
without
taking
the
necessary
precautions
,
because
they
had
been
informed
at
the
last
moment
that
they
would
have
to
visit
an
infected
house
and
had
considered
it
too
exhausting
to
go
back
to
the
proper
place
in
order
to
take
the
necessary
drops
or
injections
.
This
is
where
the
real
danger
lay
,
because
it
was
the
very
struggle
against
the
plague
that
made
them
more
vulnerable
to
the
plague
;
in
short
,
they
were
gambling
on
chance
and
chance
is
on
nobody
’
s
side
.
There
was
,
however
,
one
man
in
the
town
who
never
appeared
exhausted
or
discouraged
and
remained
a
living
image
of
satisfaction
.
This
was
Cottard
.
He
continued
to
keep
himself
to
himself
,
while
maintaining
his
relations
with
others
.
But
he
chose
to
see
Tarrou
as
often
as
Tarrou
’
s
work
permitted
,
on
the
one
hand
because
Tarrou
was
well
informed
about
his
case
and
on
the
other
,
because
he
would
welcome
the
little
man
of
means
with
consistent
cordiality
.
It
was
a
never
-
ending
miracle
,
but
Tarrou
,
despite
the
amount
of
work
that
he
did
,
always
remained
friendly
and
considerate
.
Even
after
those
evenings
when
he
was
dropping
with
tiredness
,
by
the
next
day
he
had
recovered
new
energy
.
"
You
can
talk
with
that
one
,
"
Cottard
told
Rambert
.
"
Because
he
’
s
a
man
.
He
always
understands
you
.
"
This
is
why
Tarrou
’
s
notes
at
this
period
more
or
less
centre
on
the
figure
of
Cottard
.
Tarrou
tried
to
give
a
picture
of
Cottard
’
s
reactions
and
reflections
,
either
as
they
were
confided
to
him
by
the
man
himself
or
as
he
interpreted
them
.
Under
the
heading
"
Cottard
’
s
Relationship
with
the
Plague
"
,
this
portrait
occupies
a
few
pages
in
the
notebook
and
the
narrator
thinks
it
would
be
useful
to
give
an
idea
of
it
here
.
Tarrou
’
s
general
opinion
about
the
little
man
of
means
can
be
summed
up
in
this
opinion
:
"
He
is
a
man
who
is
growing
in
stature
.
"
Moreover
,
it
appears
that
he
also
grew
in
good
humour
.
He
was
not
unhappy
with
the
turn
of
events
.
