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"
A
long
time
ago
,
the
Christians
of
Abyssinia
saw
in
the
plague
an
effective
means
to
win
eternity
,
a
means
sent
by
God
.
Those
who
were
not
infected
would
roll
themselves
in
the
bedclothes
of
the
victims
so
as
to
ensure
their
own
deaths
.
Of
course
,
one
would
not
recommend
such
zeal
in
search
of
salvation
.
It
exhibits
a
regrettable
haste
,
which
is
close
to
pride
.
One
must
not
be
in
a
greater
hurry
than
God
,
and
everything
that
aims
to
speed
up
the
immutable
order
of
things
,
which
He
has
established
once
and
for
all
,
leads
to
heresy
.
But
at
least
this
example
carries
a
lesson
.
To
our
more
far
-
sighted
minds
it
merely
enhances
the
exquisite
glimmer
of
eternity
that
shines
in
the
depth
of
all
suffering
.
This
is
the
light
that
illumines
the
dim
path
which
leads
to
deliverance
.
It
manifests
the
divine
will
which
unfailingly
transforms
evil
into
good
.
Today
,
through
the
paths
of
death
,
anguish
and
sighs
,
it
still
guides
us
towards
the
silence
of
God
and
the
principle
of
all
life
.
This
,
my
brethren
,
is
the
immense
consolation
that
I
wished
to
bring
you
,
so
that
what
you
take
away
from
here
should
not
only
be
the
language
of
chastisement
,
but
also
the
Word
that
brings
peace
.
"
One
could
feel
that
Paneloux
had
finished
.
Outside
the
rain
had
ceased
.
A
sky
,
in
which
water
mingled
with
sunshine
,
was
casting
a
fresher
light
across
the
square
.
Sounds
of
voices
and
the
gliding
of
cars
rose
from
the
street
—
the
language
of
a
town
as
it
wakes
.
The
members
of
the
congregation
gathered
their
things
in
a
muted
jumble
of
sounds
.
Yet
the
priest
was
speaking
again
.
He
said
that
,
after
showing
the
divine
origin
of
the
plague
and
punitive
nature
of
the
scourge
,
he
was
finished
with
that
and
would
not
resort
for
his
conclusion
to
an
eloquence
that
would
be
misplaced
,
given
the
tragic
character
of
the
subject
.
He
thought
that
everything
must
be
clear
to
them
all
.
He
reminded
them
only
that
on
the
occasion
of
the
great
plague
in
Marseille
,
the
historian
Mathieu
Marais
had
complained
of
being
plunged
into
hell
,
of
living
without
help
and
without
hope
.
Well
,
Mathieu
Marais
was
blind
!
Never
before
had
Father
Paneloux
felt
more
intensely
the
aid
of
God
and
the
Christian
hope
that
was
held
out
to
them
all
.
He
hoped
,
against
all
hope
,
that
despite
the
horror
of
these
days
and
the
cries
of
the
dying
,
our
fellow
-
citizens
would
offer
heaven
the
only
word
that
a
Christian
should
,
which
was
the
word
of
love
.
God
would
do
the
rest
.
*
*
*
Whether
this
sermon
had
any
effect
on
our
townspeople
is
hard
to
say
.
M
.
Othon
,
the
examining
magistrate
,
announced
to
Dr
Rieux
that
he
found
Father
Paneloux
’
s
analysis
"
absolutely
irrefutable
"
.
But
not
everyone
had
such
a
categorical
opinion
.
Quite
simply
,
the
sermon
made
some
people
more
receptive
to
the
notion
—
which
had
remained
vague
up
to
then
—
that
they
were
condemned
for
some
unknown
crime
to
an
unimaginable
term
of
imprisonment
.
And
while
some
carried
on
with
their
little
lives
and
adapted
to
being
shut
in
,
for
others
on
the
contrary
their
sole
idea
from
then
on
was
to
escape
from
this
prison
.
At
first
people
had
agreed
to
being
cut
off
from
the
outside
as
they
might
have
accepted
any
temporary
irritation
that
would
only
interfere
with
a
few
of
their
habits
.
But
,
suddenly
becoming
conscious
of
a
kind
of
incarceration
beneath
the
lid
of
the
sky
in
which
summer
was
beginning
to
crackle
,
they
felt
in
some
vague
way
that
this
confinement
threatened
their
whole
lives
,
and
,
when
evening
came
,
the
cool
brought
renewed
energy
and
sometimes
drove
them
to
desperate
actions
.
First
of
all
,
whether
or
not
by
coincidence
,
it
was
from
that
Sunday
onwards
that
a
sort
of
fear
arose
that
was
general
enough
and
deep
enough
for
one
to
suspect
that
the
people
of
the
town
were
really
starting
to
become
aware
of
their
situation
.
From
that
point
of
view
,
the
climate
in
which
we
lived
here
was
somewhat
altered
.
But
was
the
change
really
in
the
climate
or
in
people
’
s
hearts
and
minds
:
that
was
the
question
.
A
few
days
after
the
sermon
Rieux
,
discussing
the
event
with
Grand
as
they
walked
towards
the
suburbs
,
ran
into
a
man
who
was
swaying
around
in
front
of
them
without
making
any
effort
to
go
forwards
.
At
that
very
moment
the
street
lamps
,
which
were
lighting
up
later
and
later
in
the
town
,
suddenly
came
on
.
The
high
lamp
right
behind
the
two
men
suddenly
lit
up
the
stranger
who
was
laughing
noiselessly
,
with
his
eyes
shut
.
Down
his
pale
face
,
contorted
by
this
silent
mirth
,
sweat
was
pouring
in
large
drops
.
They
walked
past
him
.
