Albert Camus, Stuart Gilbert
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A haunting tale of human resilience in the face of unrelieved horror, Camus' novel about a bubonic plague ravaging the people of a North African coastal town is a classic of twentieth-century literature.
fellow men—and had resolved, for his part, to have no truck with injustice and compromises with the truth. His shoulders hunched, Rambert gazed at the doctor for some moments without speaking. Then, "I think I understand you," he said, getting up from his chair. The doctor accompanied him to the door. "It's good of you to take it like that," he said. "Yes, yes, I understand," Rambert repeated, with what seemed a hint of impatience in his voice. "Sorry to have troubled you." When shaking hands
http://www.pauladaunt.com/books/Camus/Camus,%20...HTML)/Camus,%20Albert-The%20Plague%20(HTML).htm (75 of 127)5/23/2007 12:05:21 PM THE PLAGUE In this connection the narrator is well aware how regrettable is his inability to record at this point something of a really spectacular order—some heroic feat or memorable deed like those that thrill us in the chronicles of the past. The truth is that nothing is less sensational than pestilence, and by reason of their very duration great misfortunes are
say, and it's she I've always wanted to get back to. It happened eight years ago; but I can't say she died. She only effaced herself a trifle more than usual, and when I looked round she was no longer there." But to return to Cottard. When the weekly totals began to show a decline, he visited Rieux several times on various pretexts. But obviously what he really wanted was to get from Rieux his opinion on the probable course of the epidemic. "Do you really think it can stop like that, all of a
quite soon. If you weren't here, I think I'd take it on myself." "Bernard, let him stay, and let me stay too. You know, I've just had another inoculation." The doctor pointed out that Tarrou, too, had had inoculations, though it was possible, tired as he was, he'd overlooked the last one or omitted to take the necessary precautions. Rieux was going to the surgery as he spoke, and when he returned to the bedroom Tarrou noticed that he had a box of the big ampoules containing the serum. "Ah, so it
Tarrou's manner had an odd effect, as though he were at once trying to keep back what he had to say and forcing himself to say it. "Rieux," he said at last, "you must tell me the whole truth. I count on that." "I promise it." Tarrou's heavy face relaxed in a brief smile. "Thanks. I don't want to die, and I shall put up a fight. But if I lose the match, I want to make a good end of it." Bending forward, Rieux pressed his shoulder. "No. To become a saint, you need to live. So fight away!" In the