1 Pangloss pulled him by the sleeve.
2 In the cure Pangloss lost only an eye and an ear.
3 "I am so weak that I cannot stand," said Pangloss.
4 Pangloss was professor of metaphysico-theologico-cosmolo-nigology.
5 "This concussion of the earth is no new thing," answered Pangloss.
6 Candide fainted away, and Pangloss fetched him some water from a neighbouring fountain.
7 Pangloss explained to him how everything was so constituted that it could not be better.
8 The villain swam safely to the shore, while Pangloss and Candide were borne thither upon a plank.
9 Pangloss was in the middle of his sentence, when the Familiar beckoned to his footman, who gave him a glass of wine from Porto or Opporto.
10 The Preceptor Pangloss was the oracle of the family, and little Candide heard his lessons with all the good faith of his age and character.
11 He was just going to jump after him, 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.
12 At this discourse Candide fainted again; but coming to himself, and having said all that it became him to say, inquired into the cause and effect, as well as into the sufficient reason that had reduced Pangloss to so miserable a plight.
13 One day Cunegonde, while walking near the castle, in a little wood which they called a park, saw between the bushes, Dr. Pangloss giving a lesson in experimental natural philosophy to her mother's chamber-maid, a little brown wench, very pretty and very docile.
14 Some, whom they had succoured, 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.
15 These last words determined Candide; he went and flung himself at the feet of the charitable Anabaptist James, and gave him so touching a picture of the state to which his friend was reduced, that the good man did not scruple to take Dr. Pangloss into his house, and had him cured at his expense.
16 Pangloss made answer in these terms: "Oh, my dear Candide, you remember Paquette, that pretty wench who waited on our noble Baroness; in her arms I tasted the delights of paradise, which produced in me those hell torments with which you see me devoured; she was infected with them, she is perhaps dead of them."
17 He concluded that after the happiness of being born of Baron of Thunder-ten-Tronckh, the second degree of happiness was to be Miss Cunegonde, the third that of seeing her every day, and the fourth that of hearing Master Pangloss, the greatest philosopher of the whole province, and consequently of the whole world.
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