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However
,
there
might
be
other
reasons
for
anxiety
because
of
increasing
difficulties
in
getting
food
supplies
.
Speculators
were
involved
and
vital
necessities
,
unobtainable
on
the
ordinary
market
,
were
being
offered
at
huge
prices
.
Poor
families
consequently
found
themselves
in
a
very
difficult
situation
,
while
the
rich
lacked
for
practically
nothing
.
Because
of
the
efficient
impartiality
which
it
brought
to
its
administrations
,
the
plague
should
have
worked
for
greater
equality
among
our
fellow
-
citizens
through
the
normal
interplay
of
egoism
,
but
in
fact
it
heightened
the
feeling
of
injustice
in
the
hearts
of
men
.
Of
course
,
no
one
could
fault
the
equality
of
death
,
but
it
was
not
one
that
anybody
wanted
.
The
poor
who
suffered
in
this
way
from
hunger
thought
with
greater
nostalgia
than
ever
of
neighbouring
towns
and
villages
where
life
was
free
and
bread
was
cheap
.
Since
they
could
not
be
properly
nourished
,
they
had
the
rather
unreasonable
feeling
that
they
should
have
been
allowed
to
leave
.
So
much
so
that
someone
eventually
devised
a
slogan
that
you
could
read
sometimes
on
the
walls
or
which
at
other
times
was
shouted
at
the
Prefect
when
he
went
past
:
"
Bread
or
air
!
"
This
ironic
phrase
was
the
signal
for
demonstrations
that
were
rapidly
suppressed
,
though
no
one
doubted
their
seriousness
.
Naturally
,
the
newspapers
followed
the
order
that
they
had
been
given
,
to
be
optimistic
at
any
cost
.
Reading
them
you
would
think
that
the
main
characteristic
of
the
situation
was
"
the
moving
example
of
calm
and
courage
"
shown
by
the
people
.
But
in
a
town
shut
in
on
itself
,
where
nothing
could
remain
secret
,
no
one
had
any
illusions
about
the
"
example
"
given
by
the
population
.
And
,
to
get
a
correct
notion
of
the
calm
and
courage
in
question
,
one
had
only
to
go
into
a
place
of
quarantine
or
one
of
the
isolation
camps
that
the
authorities
had
set
up
.
As
it
happens
,
the
narrator
was
busy
elsewhere
and
did
not
have
this
experience
,
so
he
can
only
quote
the
evidence
provided
by
Tarrou
.
In
his
notebooks
,
Tarrou
describes
a
visit
that
he
made
with
Rambert
to
the
camp
situated
in
the
municipal
stadium
.
This
stadium
stands
almost
at
the
gates
of
the
town
,
having
on
one
side
a
street
down
which
trams
pass
and
on
the
other
some
waste
ground
which
extends
as
far
as
the
edge
of
the
plateau
on
which
the
town
is
built
.
Normally
it
is
surrounded
by
high
concrete
walls
and
it
was
enough
to
put
sentries
at
the
four
entrances
to
make
escape
difficult
.
In
the
same
way
,
the
walls
prevented
curious
people
outside
from
causing
a
nuisance
to
those
unfortunates
who
were
placed
in
quarantine
.
On
the
other
hand
,
the
latter
could
hear
the
trams
passing
all
day
long
and
guess
from
the
noises
that
they
brought
with
them
when
it
was
time
for
people
to
go
to
or
leave
work
.
In
this
way
,
they
were
informed
that
the
life
from
which
they
were
excluded
continued
a
few
metres
away
from
them
and
that
the
concrete
walls
separated
two
worlds
as
foreign
to
one
another
as
if
they
had
been
on
different
planets
.
The
day
that
Tarrou
and
Rambert
chose
to
go
to
the
stadium
was
a
Sunday
afternoon
.
They
were
accompanied
by
Gonzales
,
the
football
player
,
whom
Rambert
had
discovered
and
who
eventually
agreed
to
manage
supervision
of
the
stadium
on
a
rota
system
.
Rambert
was
to
present
him
to
the
camp
administrator
.
When
they
met
,
Gonzales
had
told
the
two
men
that
this
was
the
time
when
he
used
to
get
dressed
to
start
his
match
,
in
the
days
before
the
plague
.
Now
that
the
sports
grounds
had
been
requisitioned
,
it
was
no
longer
possible
and
Gonzales
felt
(
and
looked
)
entirely
at
a
loose
end
.
This
was
one
of
the
reasons
why
he
had
accepted
this
job
as
a
supervisor
,
as
long
as
he
only
had
to
work
at
weekends
.
The
sky
was
half
-
covered
in
clouds
and
Gonzales
,
sniffing
the
air
,
regretfully
observed
that
this
weather
,
neither
rainy
nor
hot
,
was
just
right
for
a
good
match
.
He
recalled
as
best
he
could
the
smell
of
embrocation
in
the
dressing
-
rooms
,
the
rickety
stands
,
the
brightly
coloured
jerseys
on
the
tawny
pitch
and
the
half
-
time
lemons
or
lemonade
that
would
tickle
dry
throats
with
a
thousand
refreshing
bubbles
.
Tarrou
notes
moreover
that
throughout
the
whole
journey
through
the
run
-
down
streets
of
the
working
-
class
quarters
,
the
player
was
continually
kicking
any
pebbles
that
lay
in
his
path
.
He
tried
to
send
them
straight
into
drainage
holes
and
when
he
succeeded
,
he
would
say
"
one
-
nil
"
.
When
he
had
finished
his
cigarette
he
spat
out
the
butt
in
front
of
him
and
tried
to
drop
-
kick
it
.
Some
children
who
were
playing
near
the
stadium
kicked
a
ball
towards
the
passing
group
and
Gonzales
took
the
trouble
to
send
it
neatly
back
to
them
.
Finally
they
entered
the
stadium
.
The
stands
were
full
of
people
,
and
the
field
was
covered
with
several
hundred
red
tents
inside
which
one
could
see
,
from
a
distance
,
bedding
and
bundles
.
The
stands
had
been
retained
so
that
the
internees
could
take
shelter
if
it
was
hot
or
raining
.
They
were
just
obliged
to
go
back
to
their
tents
at
sunset
.
Under
the
stands
were
the
shower
-
rooms
which
had
been
refurbished
and
the
players
’
old
dressing
-
rooms
which
had
been
transformed
into
offices
and
infirmaries
.
Most
of
the
internees
were
in
the
stands
,
while
some
others
were
wandering
along
the
touchlines
.
A
few
were
crouching
at
the
entrance
to
their
tents
and
looking
vaguely
around
them
.
In
the
stands
many
were
slumped
down
,
apparently
waiting
for
something
.
"
What
do
they
do
all
day
?
"
Tarrou
asked
Rambert
.
"
Nothing
.
"
Almost
all
of
them
were
empty
-
handed
,
with
their
arms
hanging
by
their
sides
.
This
vast
assemblage
of
men
was
curiously
silent
.
