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And
the
question
is
not
what
reward
or
punishment
awaits
the
demonstration
;
it
is
knowing
whether
or
not
two
and
two
do
make
four
.
For
those
of
the
townspeople
who
risked
their
lives
,
they
had
to
decide
whether
or
not
they
were
in
a
state
of
plague
and
whether
or
not
they
should
try
to
overcome
it
.
A
lot
of
new
moralists
appeared
in
the
town
at
this
moment
,
saying
that
nothing
was
any
use
and
that
we
should
go
down
on
our
knees
.
Tarrou
,
Rieux
and
their
friends
could
answer
this
or
that
,
but
the
conclusion
was
always
what
they
knew
it
would
be
:
one
must
fight
,
in
one
way
or
another
,
and
not
go
down
on
one
’
s
knees
.
The
whole
question
was
to
prevent
the
largest
possible
number
of
people
from
dying
and
suffering
a
definitive
separation
.
There
was
only
one
way
to
do
this
,
which
was
to
fight
the
plague
.
There
was
nothing
admirable
about
this
truth
,
it
simply
followed
as
a
logical
consequence
.
This
is
why
it
was
natural
for
old
Castel
to
put
all
his
trust
and
energy
into
making
serums
on
the
spot
,
with
whatever
was
to
hand
.
Rieux
and
he
hoped
that
a
serum
made
with
cultures
from
the
very
microbe
that
was
infecting
the
town
would
be
more
directly
effective
than
any
serum
brought
in
from
outside
,
since
the
microbe
differed
very
slightly
from
the
bacillus
of
plague
as
traditionally
defined
.
Castel
hoped
to
have
his
first
serum
quite
soon
.
This
is
also
why
it
was
natural
for
Grand
,
who
had
nothing
heroic
about
him
,
to
be
in
charge
of
a
sort
of
secretariat
of
health
organizations
.
One
section
of
the
teams
set
up
by
Tarrou
was
engaged
in
the
task
of
preventive
assistance
in
over
-
populated
districts
.
They
were
trying
to
encourage
essential
hygiene
,
and
were
checking
out
lofts
and
cellars
that
had
not
been
visited
by
the
disinfection
squads
.
Another
section
of
the
health
teams
helped
doctors
during
home
visits
,
transported
plague
victims
and
even
,
later
,
when
there
were
no
longer
any
trained
staff
,
drove
ambulances
and
hearses
.
All
this
required
registration
and
statistical
tasks
which
Grand
had
agreed
to
do
.
From
this
point
of
view
the
narrator
thinks
,
even
more
than
Rieux
and
Tarrou
,
that
Grand
was
the
real
representative
of
the
quiet
virtue
that
inspired
the
health
teams
.
He
said
yes
without
hesitating
,
with
his
habitual
goodwill
.
He
asked
only
to
be
useful
in
small
ways
.
He
was
too
old
for
anything
more
than
that
.
He
could
give
his
time
from
six
in
the
evening
until
eight
.
And
when
Rieux
thanked
him
warmly
,
he
was
surprised
:
"
There
’
s
nothing
hard
about
that
.
We
have
the
plague
and
we
must
get
rid
of
it
.
Ah
,
if
only
everything
were
so
simple
!
"
And
he
went
back
to
his
sentence
.
Sometimes
,
in
the
evening
,
when
work
on
the
card
index
was
finished
,
Rieux
spoke
to
Grand
.
Eventually
,
they
brought
Tarrou
into
their
conversation
and
Grand
confided
in
his
two
comrades
with
more
and
more
evident
pleasure
.
They
were
interested
to
follow
the
patient
work
that
Grand
continued
in
the
midst
of
the
plague
.
Eventually
,
they
too
found
a
sort
of
outlet
in
it
.
"
How
is
the
horsewoman
?
"
Tarrou
often
asked
;
and
Grand
would
invariably
reply
with
a
pained
smile
:
"
Trotting
along
,
trotting
along
.
"
One
evening
Grand
said
that
he
had
finally
abandoned
the
adjective
"
elegant
"
for
his
rider
;
from
now
on
,
he
would
describe
her
as
"
slender
"
,
adding
:
"
It
’
s
more
concrete
.
"
Another
time
,
he
read
his
two
listeners
the
first
sentence
,
with
this
alteration
:
"
On
a
fine
May
morning
,
a
slender
woman
was
riding
a
magnificent
sorrel
mare
through
the
flowered
avenues
of
the
Bois
de
Boulogne
.
"
"
You
can
see
her
better
,
don
’
t
you
think
?
"
Grand
said
.
"
And
I
preferred
"
on
a
May
morning
"
because
"
in
the
month
of
May
"
draws
it
out
too
much
.
"
After
that
,
he
became
very
concerned
about
the
adjective
"
magnificent
"
.
It
was
not
evocative
enough
,
he
said
,
so
he
was
hunting
for
the
word
that
would
capture
in
a
single
snapshot
the
splendid
animal
that
he
had
in
mind
.
"
Plump
"
was
not
right
:
it
was
concrete
,
but
somewhat
pejorative
.
"
Lustrous
"
had
tempted
him
for
a
while
,
but
the
sound
was
not
right
.
One
evening
,
he
announced
triumphantly
that
he
had
found
it
:
"
a
black
sorrel
mare
"
.
Blackness
,
he
felt
,
discreetly
suggested
elegance
.
"
It
’
s
not
possible
,
"
Rieux
said
.
