In
this section of the novel no one seems to be taking the plague seriously,
despite the rising death tolls. The narrator spends the majority of the section
reflecting on how the plague has caused a feeling of exile amongst the general populace
as a result of the quarantine of the town. Because the shutting of the town’s
gates occurred before it was officially announced, many family members who had
left to travel were locked out of the village. The author describes how many of the inhabitants fell into a
seasonal affective disorder without the presence of their families; “citizens
became subject to a curious kind of servitude, which put them at the mercy of
the sun and rain […] a burst of sunshine was enough to make them seem delighted
with the world, while rainy days gave a dark cast to their faces and moods”
(75). This feeling came from the new, lonely lives of many individuals, because
previously, the “person they were living with held, to some extent, the
foreground of their little world” (75). The author describes that the only form
of relief from the mental turmoil of the town was “to set the trains running
again in one’s imagination, and in filling the silence with the fancied tinkle
of a doorbell, in practice obstinately mute” (73). The plagues largest affect
on the town seams to be on the people who lost loved ones, “nobody as yet had
really acknowledged to himself what the disease connoted” (78), for everyone
was to engulfed in their own personal misfortune as a result of separation, as
“personal interests […] continued to occupy the foreground of their thoughts”
(78). The townspeople seem far to self-centered and fail to realize the
large-scale effect this disease could have.
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