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On
the
other
hand
,
one
should
not
imitate
the
monks
of
Cairo
who
in
the
epidemics
of
the
last
century
would
give
communion
picking
up
the
host
with
pincers
in
order
to
avoid
any
contact
with
those
moist
,
warm
mouths
in
which
infection
might
linger
.
The
Persian
sufferers
and
the
monks
were
equally
in
the
wrong
.
For
the
first
,
the
suffering
of
a
child
did
not
count
and
for
the
second
the
very
human
fear
of
pain
had
become
the
main
consideration
.
In
both
cases
the
problem
was
being
avoided
.
Both
were
deaf
to
the
voice
of
God
.
But
there
were
other
examples
that
Father
Paneloux
would
like
to
recall
.
If
we
were
to
believe
the
chronicler
of
the
great
plague
of
Marseille
,
out
of
the
eighty
-
one
religious
inhabitants
in
the
Convent
of
Mercy
,
only
four
survived
the
fever
;
and
of
these
four
,
three
fled
.
This
is
what
the
chroniclers
told
us
and
it
was
not
their
business
to
say
more
.
But
when
he
read
this
,
the
thoughts
of
Father
Paneloux
went
to
the
one
monk
who
remained
,
alone
,
in
spite
of
the
seventy
-
seven
corpses
and
above
all
in
spite
of
the
example
of
his
three
brothers
.
And
the
priest
,
hammering
with
his
fist
on
the
side
of
the
pulpit
,
exclaimed
:
"
My
brethren
,
you
must
be
the
one
who
stays
!
"
It
was
not
a
matter
of
not
taking
precautions
,
the
sensible
order
that
society
introduces
into
the
chaos
of
a
pestilence
.
One
should
not
heed
those
moralists
who
said
that
we
should
fall
down
on
our
knees
and
abandon
everything
.
One
should
merely
start
to
move
forward
,
in
the
dark
,
feeling
one
’
s
way
and
trying
to
do
good
.
But
for
the
rest
,
one
should
remain
and
agree
to
put
oneself
in
God
’
s
hands
,
even
concerning
the
death
of
children
,
without
seeking
any
personal
solution
.
Here
Father
Paneloux
recalled
the
towering
figure
of
Bishop
Belzunce
during
the
plague
in
Marseille
.
He
reminded
his
listeners
that
towards
the
end
of
the
epidemic
,
after
the
Bishop
had
done
everything
that
he
thought
he
should
do
,
believing
that
there
was
no
further
remedy
,
he
took
some
supplies
and
shut
himself
up
in
his
house
which
he
had
walled
up
.
The
inhabitants
of
the
city
,
who
idolized
him
,
in
a
change
of
feeling
such
as
one
finds
in
excessive
misfortune
,
became
angered
against
him
,
surrounded
his
house
with
corpses
to
infect
him
and
even
threw
bodies
over
the
walls
to
ensure
that
he
would
be
more
certain
to
die
.
So
the
Bishop
,
in
a
last
moment
of
weakness
,
had
thought
that
he
could
isolate
himself
from
the
world
of
death
,
and
the
dead
were
falling
from
heaven
on
to
his
head
.
The
same
must
be
true
of
us
:
we
must
not
believe
that
there
is
any
island
in
the
plague
.
No
,
there
is
no
middle
way
.
We
must
accept
what
is
outrageous
,
because
we
have
to
choose
to
hate
God
or
to
love
Him
.
And
who
would
choose
hatred
of
God
?
"
My
brethren
,
"
Father
Paneloux
said
at
last
,
announcing
that
he
was
coming
to
an
end
,
"
the
love
of
God
is
a
difficult
love
.
It
assumes
a
total
abandonment
of
oneself
and
contempt
for
one
’
s
person
.
But
it
alone
can
wipe
away
the
suffering
and
death
of
children
,
it
alone
makes
them
necessary
because
it
is
impossible
to
understand
such
things
,
so
we
have
no
alternative
except
to
desire
them
.
This
is
the
hard
lesson
that
I
wanted
to
share
with
you
.
This
is
the
faith
—
cruel
in
the
eyes
of
man
,
decisive
in
the
eyes
of
God
—
which
we
must
try
to
reach
.
We
must
try
to
make
ourselves
equal
to
this
awful
image
.
On
this
peak
,
everything
will
be
confounded
and
made
equal
,
and
the
truth
will
break
forth
from
apparent
injustice
.
This
is
why
,
in
many
churches
in
the
South
of
France
,
plague
victims
have
slept
for
centuries
beneath
the
stones
in
the
choir
and
priests
speak
above
their
tombs
;
the
spirit
that
they
proclaim
rises
out
of
these
heaps
of
ashes
even
though
children
are
among
those
who
go
to
make
them
.
"
When
Rieux
left
the
church
,
a
sharp
wind
poured
through
the
half
-
open
door
and
struck
the
congregation
full
in
the
face
.
It
brought
a
smell
of
rain
into
the
church
,
a
scent
of
damp
pavements
which
warned
them
of
how
the
town
would
look
even
before
they
went
out
.
Walking
in
front
of
Dr
Rieux
,
an
old
priest
and
a
young
deacon
who
were
leaving
at
the
same
time
had
difficulty
in
keeping
hold
of
their
headgear
.
None
the
less
,
the
older
man
went
on
speaking
about
the
sermon
.
He
paid
tribute
to
Paneloux
’
s
eloquence
,
but
was
worried
about
the
audacity
of
the
priest
’
s
ideas
.
He
considered
that
this
sermon
betrayed
more
uneasiness
than
strength
and
at
Paneloux
’
s
age
a
priest
did
not
have
the
right
to
be
uneasy
.
The
young
deacon
,
his
head
bent
to
protect
himself
against
the
wind
,
insisted
that
he
saw
a
lot
of
Father
Paneloux
,
that
he
knew
about
the
development
of
his
thought
and
that
his
treatise
would
be
much
more
daring
;
it
would
certainly
not
have
the
official
imprimatur
.
"
So
what
is
his
idea
?
"
the
old
priest
asked
.
They
had
reached
the
space
in
front
of
the
church
and
the
wind
was
howling
around
them
,
making
it
hard
for
the
younger
man
to
speak
.
When
he
could
do
so
,
he
said
merely
:
