The Plague

I just finished reading The Plague by Albert Camus. It is a pretty brilliant book despite its not being very exciting. There are more than a few parts that make the somewhat boring stretches worthwhile, including this part that warmed the optimistic part of me:


    “I understand,” Paneloux said in a low voice. “That sort of thing is revolting because it passes our human understanding. But perhaps we should love what we cannot understand.”
    Rieux straightened up slowly. He gazed at Paneloux, summoning to his gaze all the strength and fervor he could muster against his weariness. Then he shook his head.
    “No, Father. I’ve a very different idea of love. And until my dying day I shall refuse to love a scheme of things in which children are put to torture.”
    A shade of disquietude crossed the priest’s face. “Ah, Doctor,” he said sadly, “I’ve just realized what is meant by grace.”

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