I collaborated with Candide by Voltaire.
Hardly was Candide in his inn when he was attacked
by a slight illness caused by his fatigue.Since he had an
enormous diamond on his finger and a prodigiously
heavy strongbox had been observed in his baggage, he
immediately had at his side two doctors he had not
called, some intimate friends who did not leave him, and
two pious ladies heating up his broths.
Martin said: “I remember having been sick in Paris
too on my first trip; I was very poor, so I had neither
friends, nor pious ladies, nor doctors; and I got well.”
However, by dint of medicines and bloodtettings, Can-
dide’s illness became serious. A neighborhood priest
came and asked him gently for a note payable to the
bearer in the next world. Candide wanted no part of it;
the pious ladies assured him that it was a new fashion.
Candide replied that he was not a man of fashion. Mar-
tin wanted to throw the priest out the window. The cleric
swore that Candide should not be buried. Martin swore
that he would bury the cleric if he continued to bother
them. The quarrel grew heated; Martin took him by the
shoulders and pushed him out roughly, which caused a
great scandal which led in turn to a legal report.
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