Soon, it is not one, not hundreds, but thousands of dying rats bursting from the city’s bowels, lurching across the streets and sidewalks, and collapsing next to the bloated and bleeding bodies of their dead brethren. From Rieux’s first encounter with a dead rat - a bloated corpse bleeding in a place it had no business to be - the horror mounts. But once he reached the street, it occurred to him that the rat didn’t belong there.”īarely a half-dozen pages into Albert Camus’s novel The Plague, the stage set of everyday life begins to falter and fall into pieces. In the moment, he pushed the creature aside without much thought and continued down the stairs. “ON THE MORNING of April 16, Doctor Bernard Rieux left his office and stumbled upon a dead rat in the middle of the landing.
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