If only he could put the clock back and be

once more the man who, at the outset of his

imprisonment, had only one thought and one desire: to escape

and return to his former life! But that, he knew,

was out of the question; he had changed too greatly.

Prison had forced on him a detachment which, try as

he might, he couldn’t think away, and which like a

formless fear haunted his mind. Almost he thought that prison

had ended too abruptly, he hadn’t had time to pull

himself together. Freedom was bearing down on him full speed.

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Paraphrases from the novel The Plague by Albert Camus.

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