After the earthquake that had destroyed three-quarters of Lisbon, the wises of the country not finding a more effective way to prevent total ruin than to give the people a beautiful autodafe; [after the earthquake of Lisbon, it was in … Read More
Half of the weakened passengers, exhaling from those inconceivable anguishes which the roll of a vessel carries in the nerves and in all the moods of the body agitated in opposite directions, had not even the strength to worry about … Read More
Candide, more moved by compassion than by horror, gave to this frightful beggar the two florins he had received from his honest Anabaptist Jacques. The ghost stared at him, shed tears, and leapt to his neck. Candide scared back. “Alas!” … Read More
Nothing was so beautiful, so light, so brilliant, so well ordered as the two armies. The trumpets, the fifes, the oboes, the drums, the cannons; all formed such a harmony that there never was in Hell. The guns at first … Read More
Candide, expelled from the terrestrial paradise, walked for a long time, without knowing where, weeping, and raising his eyes to heaven, often turning them towards the most beautiful of the castles where lived the most beautiful baroness; he slept without … Read More
There was in Vestphalia, in the castle of the Baron of Thunder-ten-tronckh, a young lad to whom nature had given the sweetest manners. His physiology betrayed his spirit. He had a fairly straightforward judgment, with the simplest mind; it is, … Read More
Dr. Bonenfant was looking in his memory, repeating in a low voice: “A Christmas memory? … A Christmas memory?” And suddenly he exclaimed: “But if I have one, and still a strange one; this is a fantastic story. I saw … Read More
I had first seen it at Cancale, this fairy-tale castle planted in the sea. I had seen him confusedly, a gray shadow rising from the misty sky. I saw him again at Avranches, in the setting sun. The immensity of … Read More
I One morning in June, when I opened the window, I received a breath of fresh air in my face. It was a violent storm during the night. The sky looked like new, of a tender blue, washed by the … Read More
In a torrid afternoon of the last summer, the vast Hotel des Ventes seemed asleep, and the auctioneers adjudged in a dying voice. In a room at the back, on the first floor, a lot of old church silk was … Read More
This morning I was very late to go to school, and I was very scared to be scolded, especially since Mr. Hamel had told us that he would question us about the participles, and I did not know the first … Read More
The funniest history of my life, writes to me the amiable poet? You embarrass me very much, my dear colleague. First did I have really funny stories, and among those really funny stories what’s the funniest? Finally, going up the … Read More
