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"
Do
you
think
you
know
everything
about
life
?
"
the
doctor
asked
.
The
reply
came
though
the
darkness
,
in
the
same
tranquil
tones
:
"
Yes
.
"
When
they
came
out
into
the
street
they
realized
that
it
was
quite
late
,
perhaps
eleven
o
’
clock
.
The
town
was
silent
,
inhabited
only
by
rustling
noises
.
Far
,
far
away
,
the
siren
of
an
ambulance
sounded
.
They
got
into
the
car
and
Rieux
turned
on
the
engine
.
"
You
must
come
to
the
hospital
tomorrow
,
"
he
said
.
"
To
get
your
preventative
vaccine
.
But
,
once
and
for
all
,
before
you
become
involved
,
tell
yourself
that
you
have
a
one
-
in
-
three
chance
of
surviving
.
"
"
Calculations
like
that
are
meaningless
,
doctor
,
and
you
know
it
as
well
as
I
do
.
A
hundred
years
ago
,
an
outbreak
of
plague
killed
all
the
inhabitants
of
a
town
in
Persia
,
except
the
man
who
washed
bodies
,
who
had
carried
on
with
his
job
throughout
.
"
"
He
got
his
one
chance
in
three
,
that
’
s
all
,
"
Rieux
said
;
and
suddenly
the
sound
of
his
voice
was
duller
.
"
But
it
’
s
true
:
we
still
know
nothing
about
this
matter
.
"
They
were
reaching
the
outskirts
of
town
.
The
headlights
shone
on
empty
streets
.
The
car
stopped
.
When
he
was
standing
next
to
it
,
Rieux
asked
Tarrou
whether
he
wanted
to
come
in
.
The
other
man
said
he
did
.
A
brief
light
in
the
sky
lit
up
their
faces
and
suddenly
Rieux
gave
a
friendly
laugh
.
"
Come
now
,
Tarrou
,
"
he
said
.
"
What
makes
you
want
to
get
involved
in
all
this
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
My
sense
of
morality
,
perhaps
?
"
