Voltaire. From Candide, ou, L’optimisme. Traduit de l’allemand de le docteur Ralph., 1759.

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Storm, Shipwreck, and what became of Dr. Pangloss, Candide and Jacques the Anabaptist.

Half of the passengers, weakened and dying from the inconceivable agonies that the rolling of a ship causes on the nerves and the humors of a body shaken in every direction, were not strong enough to recognize the danger. The other half shrieked and prayed; the sails were torn to shreds, the masts broken, the hull split open. Everybody worked who could, but no one

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worked together and no one commanded. The Anabaptist was trying to help in the maneouvers; but a brutish sailor struck him roughly and laid him sprawling The violence of the blow caused the sailor to fall head first overboard, and stuck upon a piece of the broken mast. The good Jacques ran to his assistance, hauled him up, and from the effort he made was tossed into the sea in sight of the sailor, who left him to perish, without deigning to look at him. Candide drew near and saw his benefactor, who rose above the water one moment and was then swallowed up for ever. He was just going to jump after him,

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but was prevented by the philosopher Pangloss, who demonstrated to him that the Bay of Lisbon had been made on purpose for the Anabaptist to be drowned. While he was proving this à priori, the ship foundered; all perished except Pangloss, Candide, and that brutal sailor who had drowned the good Anabaptist. The villain swam safely to the shore, while Pangloss and Candide drifted to shore upon a plank.

As soon as they recovered themselves a little they walked toward Lisbon. They had some money left, with which they hoped to save themselves from starving, after they had escaped drowning.

Scarcely had they reached

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the city, mourning the death of their benefactor, when they felt the earth tremble under their feet. The sea swelled and foamed in the harbor, and beat to pieces the vessels riding at anchor. Whirlwinds of fire and ashes covered the streets and public places; houses fell, roofs collapsed on the foundations, and the foundations disappeared. Thirty thousand inhabitants of all ages and sexes were crushed under the ruins. The sailor, whistling and swearing, said there was loot to be gained here.

“What can be the sufficient reason of this phenomenon?” said Pangloss.

“This is the end of the world” cried Candide.

The sailor ran

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among the ruins, defying death to find money; finding it, he took it, got drunk, and having slept himself sober, purchased the favours of the first good-natured wench whom he met on the ruins of the destroyed houses, and in the midst of the dying and the dead.

Pangloss pulled him by the sleeve. “My friend,” he said, “this is not right. You are going against the universal reason; this is not the time.”

“By the head and blood of Christ” answered the other; “I am a sailor and born at Batavia. Four times have I trampled upon the crucifix in four voyages to Japan; I don’t care about your universal reason.”

Some falling stones had

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wounded Candide. He lay stretched in the street covered with rubbish.

“Alas!” said he to Pangloss, “get me a little wine and oil; I am dying.”

“This concussion of the earth is no new thing,” answered Pangloss. “The city of Lima, in America, experienced the same convulsions last year; the same cause, the same effects; there is certainly a train of sulphur under ground from Lima to Lisbon.”

“Nothing more probable,” said Candide; “but for the love of God a little oil and wine.”

“How, probable?” replied the philosopher. “I maintain that the point is capable of being demonstrated.”

Candide fainted away, and Pangloss fetched him some water from a neighbouring fountain.

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The following day they rummaged among the ruins and found provisions, with which they repaired their exhausted strength. After this they joined with others in relieving those inhabitants who had escaped death. Some, whom they had helped, gave them as good a dinner as they could in such disastrous circumstances; true, the repast was mournful, and the company moistened their bread with tears; but Pangloss consoled them, assuring them that things could not be otherwise.

“For,” said he, “all that is is for the best. If there is a volcano at Lisbon it cannot be elsewhere. It is impossible that things should be other than they are; for everything is right.”

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A little man dressed in black, a spy of the Inquisition, who sat by him, politely took up his word and said:

“Apparently, then, sir, you do not believe in original sin; for if all is for the best there has then been neither Fall nor punishment.”

“I humbly ask your Excellency’s pardon,” answered Pangloss, still more politely; “for the Fall and curse of man necessarily entered into the system of the best of worlds.”

“Sir,” said the spy, “you do not then believe in liberty?”

“Your Excellency will excuse me,” said Pangloss, “liberty is consistent with absolute necessity,

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for it was necessary we should be free; for, in short, the determinate will——"

Pangloss was in the middle of his sentence, when the spy beckoned to his footman, who gave him a glass of wine from Porto or Opporto.

Metadata Details
Title Candide
Publication Title Candide, ou, L’optimisme. Traduit de l’allemand de le docteur Ralph.
Creator Voltaire
Publication Date 1759
Call Number Case Y 762 .V8802
Location Special Collections 4th Floor