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"
Yes
,
we
are
looking
for
the
same
thing
,
but
I
am
less
ambitious
.
"
Rieux
thought
Tarrou
was
joking
and
looked
at
him
.
But
in
the
dim
light
of
the
sky
,
he
saw
a
face
that
was
sad
and
serious
.
The
wind
rose
again
and
Rieux
felt
that
it
was
warm
on
his
skin
.
Tarrou
shook
himself
.
"
Do
you
know
,
"
he
said
,
"
what
we
should
do
for
friendship
’
s
sake
?
"
"
Whatever
you
like
,
"
said
Rieux
.
"
Go
bathing
in
the
sea
.
Even
for
a
future
saint
,
it
’
s
a
worthy
pleasure
.
"
Rieux
smiled
.
"
With
our
passes
we
can
go
to
the
jetty
.
After
all
,
it
’
s
silly
to
live
only
in
the
plague
.
Of
course
a
man
should
fight
for
the
victims
.
But
if
he
ceases
to
love
anything
else
,
then
what
is
the
point
in
fighting
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Rieux
.
"
Let
’
s
go
.
"
A
moment
later
the
car
stopped
near
the
barred
gate
.
The
moon
had
risen
and
a
milky
sky
was
casting
pale
shadows
everywhere
.
The
town
rose
up
in
stages
behind
them
and
a
warm
,
sick
breath
was
coming
from
it
which
drove
them
towards
the
sea
.
They
showed
their
papers
to
a
guard
who
examined
them
for
quite
a
long
time
.
At
last
they
passed
through
,
across
concrete
flooring
covered
in
barrels
and
giving
off
a
scent
of
wine
and
fish
,
then
turned
towards
the
jetty
.
Shortly
before
they
arrived
,
the
smell
of
iodine
and
seaweed
told
them
that
the
sea
was
there
.
Only
then
did
they
hear
it
.
It
was
hissing
softly
at
the
foot
of
the
great
blocks
of
the
jetty
and
as
they
climbed
up
these
it
appeared
,
thick
as
velvet
,
supple
and
smooth
as
a
wild
animal
.
They
sat
down
on
some
rocks
facing
out
to
sea
.
The
water
was
gently
swelling
and
sinking
back
.
This
calm
breath
of
the
sea
made
oily
reflections
appear
and
disappear
on
the
surface
of
the
water
.
In
front
of
them
,
the
darkness
was
limitless
.
Rieux
,
who
could
feel
the
pitted
face
of
the
rock
under
his
fingers
,
was
filled
with
a
strange
happiness
.
Turning
towards
Tarrou
he
sensed
the
same
happiness
,
which
forgot
nothing
,
not
even
murder
,
on
the
calm
and
thoughtful
face
of
his
friend
.
