“ I was a long time an inn-holder's servant at Riga, the same at Rostock, at Vismar, at Leipzig, at Cassel, at Utrecht, at Leyden, at the Hague, at Rotterdam. I waxed old in misery and disgrace, having only one-half of my posteriors, and always remembering I was a Pope's daughter. A hundred times I was upon the point of killing myself; but still I loved life. This ridiculous foible is perhaps one of our most fatal characteristics; for is there anything more absurd than to wish to carry continually a burden which one can always throw down? to detest existence and yet to cling to one's existence? ”
Voltaire
Summary
Published in 1759, Candide by Voltaire is a satirical philosophical novel that challenges Leibnizian optimism through the journey of its titular protagonist, a naive youth disillusioned by a series of misfortunes. Written during the Enlightenment, the work mocks adventure clichés while addressing the problem of evil, conflict, and social injustice.
Central characters like Pangloss, a misguided philosopher, and Cunégonde, Candide’s love interest, traverse a world filled with absurd miseries, ultimately leading to the pragmatic conclusion: “we must cultivate our garden.” This novella, inspired by historical events such as the Lisbon earthquake, remains a cornerstone of Western literature for its sharp wit and enduring critique of fatalism.
Quotes from Candide (Voltaire)
“ I was obliged to quit the castle some time after the Baron had sent you away with kicks on the backside. If a famous surgeon had not taken compassion on me, I should have died. For some time I was this surgeon's mistress, merely out of gratitude. His wife, who was mad with jealousy, beat me every day unmercifully; she was a fury. The surgeon was one of the ugliest of men, and I the most wretched of women, to be continually beaten for a man I did not love. You know, sir, what a dangerous thing it is for an ill-natured woman to be married to a doctor. ”
“ Is this the Baron whom I killed? Is this Master Pangloss whom I saw hanged?""It is we! it is we!" answered they."Well! is this the great philosopher?" said Martin."Ah! captain," said Candide, "what ransom will you take for Monsieur de Thunder-ten-Tronckh, one of the first barons of the empire, and for Monsieur Pangloss, the profoundest metaphysician in Germany?""Dog of a Christian," answered the Levantine captain, "since these two dogs of Christian slaves are barons and metaphysicians, which I doubt not are high dignities in their country, you shall give me fifty thousand sequins." ”
