And he knew, also, what the old man was thinking as his tears flowed, and he, Rieux, thought it too:

And he knew, also, what the old man was thinking as his tears flowed, and he, Rieux, thought it too: that a loveless world is a dead world, and always there comes an hour when one is weary of prisons, of one's work, and of devotion to duty, and all one craves for is a loved face, the warmth and wonder of a loving heart.
----Albert Camus, The Plague