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691
If
one
is
to
believe
the
notebooks
,
the
old
asthmatic
,
a
draper
by
trade
,
had
decided
at
the
age
of
fifty
that
he
had
done
enough
.
He
had
gone
to
bed
and
not
got
up
since
.
His
asthma
,
however
,
was
better
suited
to
a
standing
position
.
A
small
private
income
had
carried
him
on
to
the
seventy
-
five
years
which
now
sat
lightly
on
him
.
He
could
not
stand
the
sight
of
a
watch
and
,
indeed
,
had
not
a
single
one
in
his
house
.
"
A
watch
"
,
he
would
say
,
"
is
expensive
and
stupid
.
"
He
judged
time
,
especially
mealtimes
—
the
only
ones
that
really
mattered
to
him
—
by
his
two
saucepans
,
one
of
which
was
full
of
peas
when
he
woke
up
.
He
filled
the
other
,
pea
by
pea
,
with
a
single
,
regular
and
assiduous
movement
.
In
this
way
he
found
his
bearings
through
a
day
measured
saucepan
by
saucepan
.
"
Every
fifteen
pans
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
need
a
snack
.
It
’
s
quite
simple
.
"
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In
fact
,
if
one
was
to
believe
his
wife
,
he
had
given
signs
of
his
vocation
quite
early
in
life
.
Nothing
had
really
interested
him
—
work
,
friends
,
cafes
,
music
,
women
or
walks
.
693
He
had
never
left
his
home
town
,
except
one
day
when
he
was
obliged
to
go
to
Algiers
on
some
family
business
and
had
stopped
at
the
closest
station
to
Oran
,
unable
to
carry
on
with
the
adventure
.
He
returned
home
by
the
first
train
.
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694
When
Tarrou
expressed
astonishment
at
the
cloistered
existence
he
led
,
he
explained
,
more
or
less
,
that
the
first
half
of
a
man
’
s
life
was
an
ascent
and
the
other
half
a
descent
,
and
that
in
the
descent
a
man
’
s
days
no
longer
belonged
to
him
,
that
they
could
be
taken
away
from
him
at
any
moment
,
that
consequently
there
was
nothing
he
could
do
and
that
the
best
thing
was
in
fact
to
do
nothing
.
Beside
that
,
he
was
not
afraid
of
contradiction
,
because
he
told
Tarrou
shortly
after
this
that
God
certainly
did
not
exist
since
,
if
he
did
,
there
would
be
no
need
for
priests
.
But
,
from
a
few
remarks
that
followed
,
Tarrou
realized
that
this
philosophy
was
closely
connected
with
his
irritation
at
the
frequent
collections
of
money
in
his
parish
.
And
the
thing
that
completed
the
old
man
’
s
portrait
was
a
desire
,
apparently
profound
and
several
times
repeated
in
front
of
Tarrou
:
he
hoped
to
live
to
a
great
age
.
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"
Is
he
a
saint
?
"
Tarrou
asked
himself
;
and
he
answered
:
"
Yes
,
if
sanctity
is
a
set
of
habits
.
"
696
At
the
same
time
,
Tarrou
began
quite
a
minute
description
of
one
day
in
the
plague
-
ridden
town
,
so
giving
an
accurate
idea
of
how
our
fellow
-
citizens
lived
and
spent
their
time
during
that
summer
:
"
No
one
laughs
except
drunks
,
"
Tarrou
wrote
,
"
and
they
laugh
too
much
.
697
"
Then
he
started
his
description
:
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"
In
the
early
hours
,
light
breezes
blow
through
the
town
,
which
is
still
empty
.
At
this
time
,
between
the
last
to
die
at
night
and
the
first
dead
of
the
day
,
it
seems
as
though
the
plague
relaxes
its
efforts
for
a
moment
and
pauses
for
breath
.
All
the
shops
are
shut
,
but
on
some
of
them
the
sign
"
Closed
because
of
plague
"
,
shows
that
they
will
not
be
opening
with
the
rest
,
at
the
usual
time
.
Newspaper
sellers
,
still
asleep
,
are
not
shouting
the
news
,
but
sit
with
their
backs
to
the
wall
on
street
corners
and
offer
their
wares
to
the
street
lamps
with
the
gestures
of
sleepwalkers
.
Soon
,
woken
by
the
first
trams
,
they
will
spread
across
the
whole
town
,
holding
out
at
arm
’
s
length
sheets
from
which
the
word
"
plague
"
leaps
out
.
"
Will
there
be
an
autumn
of
plague
?
Professor
B
answers
:
"
No
’
"
,
"
One
hundred
and
twenty
-
four
dead
:
the
total
for
the
ninety
-
fourth
day
of
the
plague
.
699
"
700
"
Despite
the
paper
shortage
which
is
becoming
more
and
more
severe
,
forcing
certain
periodicals
to
cut
down
on
the
number
of
pages
,
a
new
paper
has
been
launched
,
The
Courrier
of
the
Epidemic
,
with
the
aim
of
"
informing
our
fellow
-
citizens
,
in
a
spirit
of
total
objectivity
,
about
the
advances
or
decline
in
the
illness
;
to
provide
them
with
the
most
authoritative
accounts
of
the
future
of
the
epidemic
;
to
lend
the
support
of
its
columns
to
all
those
,
well
-
known
or
otherwise
,
who
may
be
able
to
fight
this
pestilence
;
to
sustain
the
morale
of
the
inhabitants
,
to
pass
on
directives
from
the
authorities
and
,
in
short
,
to
bring
together
all
well
-
intentioned
persons
to
undertake
an
effective
struggle
against
the
scourge
which
has
fallen
upon
us
.
"
In
reality
,
the
paper
very
soon
confined
itself
to
publishing
advertisements
for
new
products
which
were
infallible
in
protecting
against
plague
.