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For
all
the
people
who
,
on
the
contrary
,
had
looked
beyond
man
to
something
that
they
could
not
even
imagine
,
there
had
been
no
reply
.
Tarrou
had
appeared
to
reach
the
almost
unattainable
peace
about
which
he
spoke
,
but
he
found
it
only
in
death
,
at
a
moment
when
it
could
be
of
no
use
to
him
.
By
contrast
,
there
were
others
whom
Rieux
saw
on
the
doorsteps
of
their
houses
,
in
the
fading
light
,
clasped
to
one
another
with
all
their
strength
and
looking
at
one
another
with
enchantment
:
if
they
had
found
that
they
wanted
,
it
was
because
they
had
asked
for
the
only
thing
that
depended
on
them
.
And
Rieux
,
as
he
turned
into
Grand
and
Cottard
’
s
street
,
thought
that
it
was
right
that
,
from
time
to
time
,
joy
should
reward
those
whose
desires
are
circumscribed
by
mankind
and
its
meagre
and
terrible
love
.
*
*
*
This
chronicle
is
drawing
to
a
close
.
It
is
time
for
Dr
Bernard
Rieux
to
admit
that
he
is
its
author
.
But
before
describing
the
last
events
,
he
would
like
at
least
to
justify
his
role
and
to
point
out
that
he
has
tried
to
adopt
the
tone
of
an
objective
witness
.
Throughout
the
period
of
the
plague
his
profession
put
him
in
a
position
to
see
most
of
his
fellow
-
citizens
and
to
observe
their
feelings
.
Hence
he
was
well
placed
to
report
what
he
saw
and
heard
.
But
he
wished
to
do
so
within
the
necessary
constraints
.
In
general
,
he
has
been
careful
not
to
report
more
than
he
was
able
to
observe
,
not
to
ascribe
to
his
companions
in
the
plague
thoughts
that
were
not
necessarily
theirs
and
to
use
only
the
documents
which
chance
or
misfortune
put
in
his
way
.
Being
called
upon
to
bear
witness
in
the
event
of
a
sort
of
crime
,
he
maintained
a
certain
reserve
,
as
a
well
-
intentioned
witness
should
.
But
at
the
same
time
,
as
every
decent
person
should
,
he
deliberately
took
the
side
of
the
victim
and
wanted
to
meet
others
,
his
fellow
-
citizens
,
on
the
basis
of
the
only
certainties
they
all
have
in
common
,
which
are
love
,
suffering
and
exile
.
Thus
there
is
not
one
of
the
anxieties
of
his
fellows
that
he
did
not
share
and
no
situation
that
was
not
also
his
own
.
To
bear
faithful
witness
he
had
to
report
chiefly
acts
,
documents
and
hearsay
.
What
he
personally
had
to
say
,
his
own
waiting
,
his
trials
,
these
he
had
to
pass
over
in
silence
.
If
he
has
used
them
,
it
is
only
to
understand
or
to
make
others
understand
his
fellow
-
citizens
and
to
give
a
form
,
as
precise
as
possible
,
to
what
most
of
the
time
,
they
were
vaguely
feeling
.
To
tell
the
truth
,
he
found
this
effort
of
reasoning
quite
undemanding
.
When
he
felt
tempted
to
add
some
confidence
of
his
own
to
the
thousands
of
voices
of
the
victims
,
he
was
prevented
by
the
thought
that
there
was
not
one
of
those
sufferings
that
was
not
at
the
same
time
that
of
others
,
and
that
in
a
world
where
pain
is
so
often
solitary
,
this
was
an
advantage
.
Incontestably
,
he
had
to
speak
for
all
.
But
there
is
one
of
our
fellow
men
at
least
for
whom
Dr
Rieux
could
not
speak
.
This
is
the
one
about
whom
Tarrou
said
one
day
to
Rieux
:
"
His
only
true
crime
is
to
have
given
approval
in
his
heart
to
something
that
kills
men
,
women
and
children
.
I
understand
the
rest
,
but
this
is
something
for
which
I
have
to
forgive
him
.
"
It
is
right
that
this
chronicle
should
end
with
the
one
whose
heart
was
ignorant
,
which
is
to
say
alone
.
When
he
had
left
the
large
boulevards
,
noisy
with
celebrations
,
and
just
as
he
was
turning
into
Grand
and
Cottard
’
s
street
,
Dr
Rieux
was
halted
by
a
line
of
gendarmes
.
This
he
had
not
expected
.
The
distant
sounds
of
merriment
made
this
particular
district
seem
silent
and
he
imagined
it
as
deserted
as
it
was
tranquil
.
He
took
out
his
card
.
"
Impossible
,
doctor
,
"
said
the
gendarme
.
"
There
’
s
a
madman
firing
on
the
crowd
.
But
stay
here
,
you
might
be
needed
.
"
