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"
New
films
in
the
cinema
,
"
said
Tarrou
with
a
smile
.
But
Cottard
was
not
smiling
.
He
wanted
to
know
if
one
could
imagine
that
the
plague
might
change
nothing
in
the
town
and
that
everything
would
begin
again
as
before
,
that
is
to
say
,
as
though
nothing
had
happened
.
Tarrou
thought
that
the
plague
would
and
would
not
change
the
town
;
that
,
of
course
,
the
greatest
desire
of
our
fellow
-
citizens
was
and
would
be
to
behave
as
though
nothing
had
happened
,
and
that
,
consequently
,
in
a
sense
nothing
would
have
changed
;
but
that
,
in
another
sense
,
one
cannot
forget
everything
,
with
the
best
will
in
the
world
,
so
the
plague
would
leave
its
mark
,
at
least
on
people
’
s
hearts
.
The
little
man
stated
quite
openly
that
he
was
not
interested
in
the
heart
and
indeed
that
the
heart
was
the
last
thing
he
was
worried
about
.
What
did
interest
him
was
to
know
if
the
whole
administration
would
be
transformed
and
if
,
for
example
,
all
departments
would
be
operating
as
in
the
past
.
Tarrou
had
to
admit
that
he
had
no
idea
.
According
to
him
,
it
must
be
assumed
that
all
such
departments
,
having
been
disrupted
by
the
plague
,
would
have
trouble
starting
up
again
.
One
must
assume
,
too
,
that
a
host
of
new
problems
would
arise
,
making
necessary
at
least
a
reorganization
of
the
old
administration
.
"
Ah
!
"
said
Cottard
.
"
That
’
s
possible
.
Everyone
will
have
to
start
again
.
"
The
two
men
had
come
close
to
Cottard
’
s
house
.
He
was
excited
,
forcing
himself
to
be
optimistic
.
He
imagined
the
town
starting
to
live
again
from
zero
and
wiping
out
its
past
.
"
Good
,
"
said
Tarrou
.
"
After
all
,
things
may
work
out
for
you
too
.
In
a
sense
,
it
’
s
a
new
life
starting
.
"
They
were
shaking
hands
at
the
door
.
"
You
’
re
right
,
"
said
Cottard
,
growing
increasingly
agitated
.
"
Start
again
from
nothing
,
that
would
be
good
.
"
But
two
men
had
sprung
up
from
the
shadows
in
the
corridor
.
Tarrou
hardly
had
time
to
hear
his
colleague
ask
what
these
customers
could
possibly
want
;
and
the
customers
,
who
looked
like
civil
servants
in
Sunday
best
,
were
asking
Cottard
to
confirm
that
he
was
Cottard
,
when
,
giving
a
sort
of
muffled
cry
,
he
swung
round
and
was
gone
into
the
night
before
the
two
men
or
Tarrou
had
time
to
make
a
single
movement
.
Tarrou
asked
the
two
men
what
they
wanted
.
They
assumed
an
air
of
polite
reserve
,
saying
only
that
it
was
a
matter
of
information
,
then
left
,
at
a
deliberate
pace
,
in
the
direction
that
Cottard
had
taken
.
Back
home
Tarrou
described
this
scene
,
and
immediately
afterwards
(
the
handwriting
bears
witness
)
noted
that
he
was
tired
.
He
added
that
he
still
had
a
lot
to
do
,
but
that
this
was
not
a
reason
for
not
keeping
in
readiness
,
and
asked
himself
if
he
was
,
in
fact
,
ready
.
Finally
—
or
this
is
where
Tarrou
’
s
notebooks
end
—
he
replied
that
there
was
always
an
hour
of
the
day
or
night
when
a
man
was
a
coward
and
that
he
was
afraid
of
nothing
but
that
moment
.
