At length they descried the coast of France.
Finally they saw the coast of France.
"Were you ever in France, Mr. Martin?" said Candide.
"Have you ever been to France, Mr. Martin?" said Candide.
"Yes," said Martin, "I have been in several provinces. In some one-half of the people are fools, in others they are too cunning; in some they are weak and simple, in others they affect to be witty; in all, the principal occupation is love, the next is slander, and the third is talking nonsense."
"Yes," said Martin, "I have been in several provinces. In some, half the people are fools. In others, they are too cunning. In some they are weak and simple. In others they pretend to be witty. Everywhere, the main occupation is love. The next is slander. The third is talking nonsense."
"But, Mr. Martin, have you seen Paris?"
"But, Mr. Martin, have you been to Paris?"
"Yes, I have. All these kinds are found there. It is a chaos—a confused multitude, where everybody seeks pleasure and scarcely any one finds it, at least as it appeared to me. I made a short stay there. On my arrival I was robbed of all I had by pickpockets at the fair of St. Germain. I myself was taken for a robber and was imprisoned for eight days, after which I served as corrector of the press to gain the money necessary for my return to Holland on foot. I knew the whole scribbling rabble, the party rabble, the fanatic rabble. It is said that there are very polite people in that city, and I wish to believe it."
"Yes, I have. All those kinds are found there. It is a chaos, a confused crowd. Everyone chases pleasure. Almost no one finds it. That was my impression. I stayed only a short time. When I arrived, pickpockets at the fair of St. Germain stole everything I had. I was taken for a thief and imprisoned for eight days. After that I worked as a corrector of the press. I earned the money I needed to walk back to Holland. I knew the whole scribbling rabble, the party rabble, and the fanatic rabble. People say there are very polite people in that city, and I would like to believe it."
"For my part, I have no curiosity to see France," said Candide. "You may easily imagine that after spending a month at El Dorado I can desire to behold nothing upon earth but Miss Cunegonde. I go to await her at Venice. We shall pass through France on our way to Italy. Will you bear me company?"
"As for me, I'm not curious to see France," said Candide. "After spending a month in El Dorado, you can easily imagine it. I want to see nothing on earth but Miss Cunegonde. I am going to wait for her in Venice. We will pass through France on our way to Italy. Will you come with me?"
"With all my heart," said Martin. "It is said that Venice is fit only for its own nobility, but that strangers meet with a very good reception if they have a good deal of money. I have none of it; you have, therefore I will follow you all over the world."
"With all my heart," said Martin. "They say Venice is fit only for its own nobility. Strangers are well received there if they have a lot of money. I have none. You do. So I will follow you all over the world."
"But do you believe," said Candide, "that the earth was originally a sea, as we find it asserted in that large book belonging to the captain?"
"But do you believe," said Candide, "that the earth was once all sea? That is what the large book the captain owns says."
"I do not believe a word of it," said Martin, "any more than I do of the many ravings which have been published lately."
"I don't believe a word of it," Martin said. "It's no more believable than the many rants published recently."
"But for what end, then, has this world been formed?" said Candide.
"But for what purpose, then, was this world made?" said Candide.
"To plague us to death," answered Martin.
"To plague us to death," said Martin.
"Are you not greatly surprised," continued Candide, "at the love which these two girls of the Oreillons had for those monkeys, of which I have already told you?"
"Aren't you very surprised," Candide continued, "that those two Oreillons girls loved the monkeys I already told you about?"
"Not at all," said Martin. "I do not see that that passion was strange. I have seen so many extraordinary things that I have ceased to be surprised."
"Not at all," said Martin. "I don't think that passion was strange. I've seen so many extraordinary things. I'm no longer surprised."
"Do you believe," said Candide, "that men have always massacred each other as they do to-day, that they have always been liars, cheats, traitors, ingrates, brigands, idiots, thieves, scoundrels, gluttons, drunkards, misers, envious, ambitious, bloody-minded, calumniators, debauchees, fanatics, hypocrites, and fools?"
"Do you believe," said Candide, "that people have always been killing each other like they do today? That they have always been liars and cheats? Traitors and ungrateful people? Bandits and idiots? Thieves and scoundrels? Gluttons and drunkards? Misers, jealous people, the ambitious, the bloodthirsty? Slanderers, debauchers, fanatics, hypocrites, and fools?"
"Do you believe," said Martin, "that hawks have always eaten pigeons when they have found them?"
"Do you think," said Martin, "that hawks have always eaten pigeons whenever they find them?"
"Yes, without doubt," said Candide.
"Yes, of course," said Candide.
"Well, then," said Martin, "if hawks have always had the same character why should you imagine that men may have changed theirs?"
"Well, then," said Martin, "if hawks have always behaved the same, why should you think people have changed?"
"Oh!" said Candide, "there is a vast deal of difference, for free will——"
"Oh!" said Candide, "there is a great deal of difference, for free will..."
And reasoning thus they arrived at Bordeaux.
So thinking, they arrived in Bordeaux.