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On
one
side
of
the
glass
was
the
cool
,
fresh
sky
of
spring
;
on
the
other
was
the
word
that
still
resounded
round
the
room
:
plague
.
The
word
contained
not
only
what
science
had
seen
fit
to
put
in
it
,
but
a
long
succession
of
extraordinary
images
that
had
nothing
to
do
with
this
grey
and
yellow
town
,
moderately
busy
at
this
time
,
humming
rather
than
noisy
,
happy
in
short
,
if
it
is
possible
to
be
happy
and
drab
at
one
and
the
same
time
.
And
such
peaceful
and
unthinking
tranquillity
almost
effortlessly
contradicted
the
old
images
of
pestilence
:
Athens
stricken
,
abandoned
by
its
birds
;
Chinese
towns
full
of
people
dying
in
silence
;
the
convicts
of
Marseille
piling
dripping
corpses
into
holes
;
the
building
of
the
great
wall
in
Provence
in
the
hope
of
holding
back
the
raging
wind
of
plague
;
Jaffa
and
its
ghastly
beggars
;
beds
,
damp
and
rotten
,
sticking
to
the
earth
floor
of
the
hospital
in
Constantinople
;
sick
people
dragged
along
by
hooks
;
the
carnival
of
masked
doctors
during
the
Black
Death
;
the
living
copulating
in
the
cemeteries
of
Milan
;
the
carts
of
the
dead
in
a
London
paralysed
with
terror
;
and
days
and
nights
filled
,
everywhere
and
always
,
with
the
endless
cries
of
men
.
All
this
was
not
yet
powerful
enough
to
destroy
the
peace
of
the
day
.
On
the
far
side
of
the
glass
,
the
clank
of
an
invisible
tram
resounded
suddenly
,
in
an
instant
contradicting
cruelty
and
pain
.
Only
the
sea
,
beyond
the
dull
chequerboard
of
houses
,
was
evidence
of
all
that
is
disturbing
and
forever
restless
in
this
world
.
And
Dr
Rieux
,
who
was
looking
at
the
gulf
,
thought
of
the
pyres
that
,
Lucretius
tells
us
,
the
Athenians
built
on
the
seashore
when
they
were
stricken
with
illness
.
The
dead
were
brought
there
at
night
,
but
there
was
too
little
space
and
the
living
would
fight
each
other
with
burning
torches
to
put
their
loved
ones
on
the
pyres
,
engaging
in
bloody
struggles
rather
than
abandon
their
dead
bodies
on
the
beach
.
You
could
imagine
the
pyres
glowing
in
front
of
the
calm
dark
water
,
the
torches
struggling
in
a
darkness
crackling
with
sparks
,
and
thick
,
poisonous
fumes
rising
towards
the
waiting
sky
.
And
you
could
imagine
it
happening
here
…
But
common
sense
dispelled
this
dizzying
vision
.
It
is
true
that
the
word
"
plague
"
had
been
spoken
,
it
is
true
that
at
that
very
moment
the
pestilence
was
tossing
and
beating
down
one
or
two
victims
.
But
that
could
end
,
couldn
’
t
it
?
What
he
must
do
was
to
acknowledge
clearly
what
had
to
be
acknowledged
,
drive
away
all
needless
shadows
and
take
whatever
measures
were
required
.
After
that
,
the
plague
would
cease
because
plague
was
inconceivable
,
or
because
it
was
wrongly
conceived
.
If
it
did
stop
,
as
was
most
likely
,
then
all
would
be
well
.
Otherwise
,
they
would
understand
what
it
was
and
know
if
there
was
some
means
by
which
they
might
come
to
terms
with
it
,
so
as
eventually
to
overcome
it
.
The
doctor
opened
the
window
and
the
noise
of
the
town
swelled
suddenly
.
From
a
nearby
workshop
came
the
brief
,
repeated
sounds
of
a
mechanical
saw
.
Rieux
shook
himself
.
This
was
certainty
:
everyday
work
.
The
rest
hang
by
threads
and
imperceptible
movements
;
one
could
not
dwell
on
it
.
The
main
thing
was
to
do
one
’
s
job
well
.
*
*
*
Dr
Rieux
had
reached
this
point
in
his
thoughts
when
Joseph
Grand
was
announced
.
Although
he
was
on
the
staff
of
the
Hôtel
de
Ville
and
his
duties
there
were
very
varied
,
he
was
occasionally
used
by
the
statistical
service
of
the
registry
of
births
,
marriages
and
deaths
.
Because
of
this
he
had
been
adding
up
the
number
of
death
certificates
and
,
being
naturally
obliging
,
he
had
agreed
to
bring
a
copy
of
his
results
to
Rieux
in
person
.
The
doctor
saw
Grand
come
in
with
his
neighbour
Cottard
.
The
civil
servant
was
waving
a
sheet
of
paper
.
"
The
figures
are
rising
,
doctor
,
"
he
announced
.
"
Eleven
deaths
in
forty
-
eight
hours
.
"
Rieux
greeted
Cottard
and
asked
him
how
he
was
.
Grand
explained
that
Cottard
wanted
to
thank
the
doctor
and
to
apologize
for
the
trouble
he
had
caused
him
.
But
Rieux
was
looking
at
the
sheet
of
figures
.
