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"
He
does
know
what
he
’
s
talking
about
,
"
Tarrou
added
.
"
He
has
a
clear
assessment
of
the
contradictions
in
the
inhabitants
of
Oran
,
who
,
while
they
feel
a
deep
need
for
warmth
,
which
brings
them
together
,
at
the
same
time
cannot
surrender
to
it
entirely
because
of
the
suspicion
that
keeps
them
apart
.
You
know
very
well
that
you
cannot
trust
your
neighbour
,
that
he
is
quite
capable
of
giving
you
the
plague
without
knowing
it
and
taking
advantage
of
your
lowered
guard
to
infect
you
.
When
,
like
Cottard
,
you
have
spent
your
days
looking
for
possible
police
spies
in
everyone
,
even
people
you
liked
being
with
,
you
can
understand
the
feeling
.
One
can
very
well
sympathize
with
those
people
who
live
with
the
idea
that
from
one
day
to
the
next
the
plague
might
touch
them
on
the
shoulder
and
that
it
is
perhaps
getting
ready
to
do
so
just
as
one
is
congratulating
oneself
on
still
being
safe
and
sound
.
As
far
as
one
can
be
,
Cottard
is
at
ease
in
terror
.
But
because
he
has
felt
all
this
before
them
,
I
think
that
he
cannot
really
feel
how
cruel
this
uncertainty
is
.
In
short
,
with
us
,
who
have
not
yet
died
of
the
plague
,
he
is
aware
that
his
freedom
and
his
life
are
on
the
brink
of
destruction
at
any
moment
.
But
since
he
has
himself
lived
in
terror
,
he
considers
it
normal
that
others
should
experience
it
in
their
turn
.
Or
,
more
precisely
,
terror
seems
to
him
a
less
heavy
burden
than
if
he
were
all
alone
.
This
is
where
he
is
wrong
and
he
is
harder
to
understand
than
some
others
.
But
after
all
that
is
why
he
deserves
,
more
than
others
,
that
we
should
try
to
understand
him
.
"
Finally
,
Tarrou
’
s
account
ends
with
a
story
which
illustrates
the
peculiar
awareness
that
came
at
the
same
time
to
Cottard
and
to
victims
of
the
plague
.
This
story
captures
the
difficult
atmosphere
of
the
time
,
which
is
why
the
narrator
attaches
some
importance
to
it
.
They
had
gone
to
the
Municipal
Opera
House
where
they
were
playing
Orpheus
and
Eurydice
.
Cottard
had
invited
Tarrou
.
The
company
was
one
that
had
arrived
in
the
spring
of
the
plague
year
to
give
some
performances
in
our
town
.
Trapped
by
the
disease
,
they
found
themselves
obliged
—
with
the
agreement
of
the
Opera
House
—
to
keep
on
giving
the
same
performance
,
once
a
week
.
Thus
,
for
some
months
now
,
every
Friday
,
the
municipal
theatre
rang
to
the
melodious
sighs
of
Orpheus
and
the
powerless
pleas
of
Eurydice
.
However
,
the
opera
was
still
a
success
with
the
public
and
continued
to
take
a
lot
of
money
at
the
box
-
office
.
Sitting
in
the
most
expensive
seats
,
Cottard
and
Tarrou
looked
out
over
an
audience
packed
with
the
most
elegant
of
their
fellow
-
citizens
.
Those
who
came
into
the
auditorium
obviously
made
an
effort
not
to
spoil
their
entrance
.
The
silhouettes
stood
out
clearly
beneath
the
dazzling
lights
on
the
apron
stage
as
they
moved
from
one
row
to
another
,
bowing
gracefully
,
while
the
musicians
tuned
their
instruments
.
In
the
slight
hum
of
polite
conversation
,
the
men
recovered
the
self
-
confidence
they
had
lost
a
few
hours
earlier
in
the
black
streets
of
the
town
.
Evening
dress
drove
away
the
plague
.
Throughout
the
first
act
,
Orpheus
sighed
and
moaned
without
difficulty
,
a
few
women
in
Grecian
tunics
commented
elegantly
on
his
plight
,
love
was
sung
about
in
little
arias
.
The
audience
responded
with
moderately
warm
applause
.
Hardly
anyone
noticed
that
,
in
his
aria
in
the
second
act
,
Orpheus
introduced
some
unscheduled
tremolos
and
put
rather
too
much
pathos
into
his
voice
when
singing
to
the
master
of
the
Underworld
as
he
begged
him
to
be
moved
by
his
tears
.
When
he
let
slip
a
few
jerky
movements
,
the
more
sophisticated
considered
this
to
be
a
touch
of
stylization
and
an
improvement
to
the
singer
’
s
interpretation
of
the
role
.
It
was
not
until
the
great
duo
of
Orpheus
and
Eurydice
in
the
third
act
—
this
is
the
moment
where
he
loses
Eurydice
—
that
the
audience
showed
some
surprise
.
And
,
as
though
the
singer
had
been
expecting
this
stir
among
the
spectators
,
or
,
more
probably
,
as
though
the
murmur
rising
from
the
stalls
confirmed
what
he
was
feeling
,
he
chose
that
moment
to
walk
towards
the
footlights
in
a
grotesque
manner
,
arms
wide
and
bow
-
legged
in
his
classical
costume
,
and
collapse
in
the
midst
of
an
eighteenth
-
century
pastoral
decor
that
had
always
been
inappropriate
,
but
which
,
in
the
eyes
of
the
audience
,
now
became
so
for
the
first
time
and
in
the
most
dreadful
way
.
At
the
same
moment
,
the
orchestra
stopped
playing
,
the
people
in
the
stalls
got
up
and
slowly
started
to
leave
the
theatre
,
firstly
in
silence
,
as
one
does
on
leaving
a
church
when
the
service
is
over
or
a
funerary
chamber
after
a
visit
,
the
women
gathering
up
their
skirts
and
leaving
with
lowered
heads
,
the
men
guiding
their
female
companions
by
the
elbow
and
steering
them
past
the
folding
seats
.
But
little
by
little
,
the
movement
speeded
up
,
the
whisperings
turned
into
exclamations
and
the
crowd
poured
out
in
the
direction
of
the
exits
,
hurrying
through
them
and
eventually
pushing
and
shouting
.
Cottard
and
Tarrou
,
who
had
merely
risen
to
their
feet
,
remained
alone
before
an
image
of
what
their
life
was
at
that
time
:
the
plague
on
the
stage
in
the
person
of
a
performer
like
a
limp
puppet
;
and
,
in
the
auditorium
,
luxury
that
had
become
useless
in
the
form
of
fans
and
lace
stoles
left
behind
on
the
red
plush
of
the
seats
.
*
*
*
In
the
early
days
of
September
Rambert
worked
conscientiously
beside
Rieux
.
He
merely
asked
for
a
day
’
s
leave
when
he
was
to
meet
Gonzales
and
the
two
young
men
in
front
of
the
boys
’
school
.
