In the neighborhood lived a famous dervish who passed for the best philosopher in Turkey; they went to… — Voltaire
In the neighborhood lived a famous dervish who passed for the best philosopher in Turkey; they went to consult him: Pangloss, who was their spokesman, addressed him thus:"Master, we come to entreat you to tell us why so strange an animal as man has been formed?""Why do you trouble your head about it?" said the dervish; "is it any business of yours?""But, Reverend Father," said Candide, "there is a horrible deal of evil on the earth.""What does it matter," said the dervish, "whether there is evil or good? When His Highness sends a ship to Egypt does he trouble his head whether the rats in the vessel are at their ease or not?""What must then be done?" said Pangloss."Be silent," answered the dervish.
Il y avait dans le voisinage un derviche très fameux, qui passait pour le meilleur philosophe de la Turquie; ils allèrent le consulter; Pangloss porta la parole, et lui dit: Maître, nous venons vous prier de nous dire pourquoi un aussi étrange animal que l’homme a été formé. — De quoi te mêles-tu? dit le derviche, est-ce là ton affaire? — Mais, mon Révérend Père, dit Candide, il y a horriblement de mal sur la terre. — Qu’importe, dit le derviche, qu’il y ait du mal ou du bien? Quand sa Hautesse envoie un vaisseau en Égypte, s’embarrasse-t-elle si les souris qui sont dans le vaisseau sont à leur aise ou non? — Que faut-il donc faire? dit Pangloss. — Te taire, dit le derviche.
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