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"
Is
there
no
hope
then
,
doctor
?
"
"
He
is
dead
,
"
Rieux
said
.
*
*
*
You
might
say
that
the
death
of
the
concierge
marked
the
end
of
this
period
full
of
troubling
signs
,
and
the
start
of
another
,
comparatively
more
difficult
,
in
which
the
original
sense
of
surprise
gradually
gave
way
to
panic
.
Our
fellow
-
citizens
,
as
they
now
realized
,
had
never
thought
that
our
little
town
might
be
a
place
particularly
chosen
as
one
where
rats
die
in
the
sun
and
concierges
perish
from
peculiar
illnesses
.
From
this
point
of
view
,
indeed
,
they
were
mistaken
and
discovered
that
they
had
to
adjust
their
ideas
.
If
it
had
all
stopped
there
,
old
habits
would
no
doubt
have
regained
the
upper
hand
.
But
others
of
our
fellow
-
citizens
,
who
were
not
concierges
or
poor
people
,
were
to
follow
M
.
Michel
down
that
same
path
.
This
was
where
fear
began
—
and
with
it
,
serious
reflection
.
However
,
before
describing
these
new
events
in
detail
,
the
narrator
feels
that
it
would
be
helpful
to
give
the
views
of
another
witness
of
the
period
which
has
just
been
described
.
Jean
Tarrou
,
whom
we
have
already
met
at
the
start
of
this
account
,
had
settled
in
Oran
a
few
weeks
earlier
and
had
since
been
living
in
a
large
hotel
in
the
centre
.
Apparently
,
he
was
well
enough
off
to
live
on
a
private
income
.
But
even
though
the
town
had
gradually
become
accustomed
to
him
,
no
one
could
tell
where
he
came
from
or
why
he
was
there
.
People
ran
into
him
in
all
the
public
places
around
town
.
Since
the
start
of
spring
,
he
had
been
seen
a
lot
on
the
beach
,
often
swimming
with
obvious
pleasure
.
Pleasant
,
always
smiling
,
he
seemed
to
enjoy
all
normal
pleasures
without
being
enslaved
by
them
.
As
a
matter
of
fact
,
the
only
habit
he
was
known
to
have
was
that
he
regularly
spent
time
with
the
Spanish
dancers
and
musicians
,
of
whom
there
are
quite
a
few
in
our
town
.
In
any
case
,
his
notebooks
also
constitute
a
sort
of
chronicle
of
that
difficult
period
—
though
this
is
a
very
particular
type
of
chronicle
in
that
it
seems
to
adopt
a
deliberate
policy
of
insignificance
.
At
first
sight
you
might
think
that
Tarrou
had
gone
out
of
his
way
to
view
people
and
things
through
the
large
end
of
the
telescope
.
In
short
,
in
the
midst
of
this
general
confusion
,
he
determined
to
become
the
historian
of
that
which
has
no
history
.
Of
course
one
may
deplore
this
bias
and
suspect
that
it
derives
from
some
dryness
of
heart
.
But
the
fact
remains
that
,
as
a
chronicle
of
the
time
,
these
notebooks
can
give
us
a
mass
of
minor
details
which
are
none
the
less
important
.
Indeed
,
their
very
oddity
will
prevent
us
from
being
too
hasty
in
passing
judgement
on
this
interesting
character
.
The
first
notes
that
Jean
Tarrou
made
date
from
his
arrival
in
Oran
.
From
the
very
start
they
exhibit
a
curious
satisfaction
at
finding
himself
in
a
town
that
is
so
intrinsically
ugly
.
Here
we
find
a
detailed
description
of
the
two
bronze
lions
on
the
Hôtel
de
Ville
,
and
charitable
reflections
on
the
absence
of
trees
,
the
unprepossessing
houses
and
the
ridiculous
layout
of
the
town
.
Tarrou
also
includes
conversations
overheard
in
trams
or
on
the
street
,
with
no
comment
except
a
little
later
,
in
the
case
of
one
such
exchange
about
a
certain
Camps
.
Tarrou
had
heard
two
tram
conductors
talking
:
"
You
knew
Camps
,
didn
’
t
you
,
"
one
of
them
said
.
"
Camps
?
A
tall
fellow
with
a
black
moustache
?
"
