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He
would
sometimes
summarize
how
he
felt
in
remarks
of
the
following
sort
:
"
Of
course
,
it
’
s
not
getting
any
better
,
but
at
least
everyone
is
in
the
same
boat
.
"
"
Naturally
,
"
Tarrou
added
,
"
he
is
threatened
just
as
everyone
else
is
,
but
what
matters
is
that
he
is
with
everybody
else
.
And
then
I
am
sure
that
he
does
not
seriously
think
that
he
might
be
infected
.
He
appears
to
survive
with
the
idea
—
which
is
not
such
a
foolish
one
—
that
a
man
who
is
suffering
from
a
great
illness
or
a
great
fear
is
automatically
relieved
of
all
other
illnesses
or
anxieties
.
"
Have
you
noticed
,
"
he
asked
me
,
"
that
you
cannot
accumulate
illnesses
?
Suppose
you
have
a
serious
or
incurable
disease
,
a
serious
cancer
or
a
good
bout
of
TB
,
you
will
never
catch
plague
or
typhus
;
it
’
s
impossible
.
Moreover
,
it
goes
further
than
that
,
because
you
never
see
a
cancer
victim
die
in
a
car
accident
.
"
Whether
this
notion
is
true
or
false
,
it
puts
Cottard
in
a
good
mood
.
The
one
thing
that
he
does
not
want
is
to
be
separated
from
other
people
.
He
would
rather
be
under
siege
with
everybody
than
a
prisoner
all
alone
.
With
the
plague
going
on
,
there
are
no
more
secret
investigations
,
files
,
index
cards
,
mysterious
instructions
and
imminent
arrest
.
Properly
speaking
,
there
is
no
longer
any
police
,
no
more
old
or
new
crimes
,
no
more
guilty
people
;
there
are
only
the
condemned
awaiting
the
most
arbitrary
reprieve
—
and
that
includes
the
police
themselves
.
"
So
Cottard
(
still
as
interpreted
by
Tarrou
)
was
right
to
consider
the
symptoms
of
anxiety
and
confusion
manifested
by
our
fellow
-
citizens
with
the
complete
and
indulgent
satisfaction
that
might
be
expressed
in
the
phrase
:
"
Carry
on
talking
,
I
’
ve
already
had
it
before
you
.
"
"
It
was
all
very
well
for
me
to
tell
him
that
the
only
way
not
to
be
separated
from
others
was
,
in
the
end
,
to
have
a
clear
conscience
;
but
he
gave
me
a
wicked
look
and
said
:
"
Well
,
on
that
score
,
no
one
is
ever
with
anybody
.
"
And
then
:
"
Think
what
you
like
,
I
’
m
telling
you
,
the
only
way
to
bring
people
together
is
to
send
them
the
plague
.
Just
look
around
.
"
I
have
to
admit
that
I
can
very
well
understand
what
he
means
and
how
pleasant
life
must
appear
to
him
today
.
How
could
he
fail
to
recognize
the
reactions
in
others
that
had
also
been
his
:
the
attempt
that
each
person
makes
to
have
everyone
on
his
or
her
side
;
the
consideration
that
one
sometimes
displays
when
showing
a
lost
passer
-
by
the
way
and
the
irritation
that
one
shows
on
other
occasions
;
the
way
that
people
hasten
to
expensive
restaurants
,
their
satisfaction
in
being
there
and
staying
there
;
the
chaotic
crowds
who
queue
every
day
at
the
cinema
,
fill
all
the
theatres
and
dance
halls
and
spread
like
an
uncontrolled
tide
through
all
public
places
;
the
shrinking
from
any
contact
and
yet
the
hunger
for
human
warmth
that
draws
people
towards
one
another
,
elbow
to
elbows
and
sexual
organs
to
sexual
organs
?
Cottard
had
clearly
experienced
all
this
before
them
.
Except
for
women
,
because
with
looks
like
that
…
I
expect
that
when
he
felt
inclined
to
go
with
a
prostitute
,
he
denied
himself
,
so
as
not
to
acquire
a
vulgar
reputation
that
might
harm
him
later
.
"
In
short
,
the
plague
suits
him
.
It
has
made
an
accomplice
out
of
a
solitary
man
who
did
not
want
to
be
solitary
.
Because
he
is
clearly
an
accomplice
and
an
accomplice
who
delights
in
it
.
He
has
a
complicity
in
everything
he
sees
:
the
superstitions
,
the
unjustified
terrors
and
the
susceptibilities
of
these
vigilant
souls
.
He
is
a
party
to
their
manner
of
trying
to
talk
about
the
plague
as
little
as
possible
,
while
never
ceasing
to
speak
of
it
;
to
their
panic
and
terror
at
the
least
headache
once
they
know
that
the
illness
begins
with
cephalgia
;
to
their
overexcited
,
touchy
and
unstable
sensibilities
,
which
can
transform
an
oversight
into
an
offence
and
grieve
at
the
loss
of
a
trouser
button
.
"
It
often
happened
that
Tarrou
would
go
out
in
the
evening
with
Cottard
.
He
later
described
in
his
notebooks
how
they
would
plunge
into
the
dark
crowds
of
dusk
or
night
-
time
,
shoulder
to
shoulder
,
immersing
themselves
in
a
black
and
white
crowd
,
lit
here
and
there
by
the
occasional
lamp
;
and
they
would
accompany
the
human
herd
towards
the
warm
pleasures
that
protected
it
against
the
cold
of
the
plague
.
A
whole
people
was
now
indulging
in
what
a
few
months
earlier
Cottard
had
been
looking
for
in
public
places
,
in
luxury
and
an
abundant
life
,
which
he
dreamed
of
without
being
able
to
satisfy
his
need
,
that
is
to
say
unbridled
pleasure
.
Even
though
the
price
of
goods
was
rising
inexorably
,
people
had
never
wasted
so
much
money
and
while
most
of
them
lacked
the
essentials
,
they
had
never
more
effectively
dissipated
the
superfluous
.
You
could
see
them
indulging
in
all
the
games
of
an
idleness
that
was
in
reality
nothing
but
unemployment
.
Sometimes
Cottard
and
Tarrou
would
follow
for
minutes
at
a
time
behind
one
of
those
couples
who
had
previously
taken
trouble
to
hide
what
united
them
and
who
now
,
pressed
one
against
the
other
,
would
march
stubbornly
through
the
town
without
noticing
the
crowd
that
surrounded
them
,
with
the
slightly
obsessive
absorption
of
great
passion
.
Cottard
would
gush
over
them
:
"
Oh
,
what
lusty
young
things
!
"
he
would
say
.
And
he
said
it
aloud
,
becoming
expansive
in
the
midst
of
the
collective
fever
,
the
huge
tips
clanging
on
the
tables
around
them
and
intrigues
concocted
before
their
eyes
.
However
,
Tarrou
felt
that
there
was
little
malice
in
Cottard
’
s
attitude
.
His
"
I
experienced
that
before
them
"
was
said
more
in
misfortune
than
in
triumph
.
"
I
think
"
,
Tarrou
said
,
"
that
he
is
starting
to
love
these
people
imprisoned
between
the
sky
and
the
walls
of
their
town
.
For
example
,
if
he
could
,
he
would
happily
explain
to
them
that
it
is
not
as
bad
as
all
that
:
"
Can
’
t
you
hear
them
?
"
he
asked
.
"
After
the
plague
,
I
’
ll
do
this
,
after
the
plague
I
’
ll
do
that
…
"
They
’
re
ruining
their
lives
,
instead
of
staying
calm
.
And
they
don
’
t
even
realize
what
they
have
going
for
them
.
Could
I
say
:
"
After
my
arrest
,
I
’
ll
do
this
or
that
?
An
arrest
is
a
beginning
,
not
an
end
.
While
,
the
plague
…
Do
you
want
to
know
what
I
think
?
I
think
they
’
re
miserable
because
they
don
’
t
let
themselves
go
.
And
I
know
what
I
’
m
talking
about
.
"
