Candide

by: Voltaire

Chapters 11–13

1

My maids, when they dressed and undressed me, used to fall into an ecstasy whether viewing me from in front or behind; and all the men longed to be in their places.

2

Similar barbarous scenes were occurring every day over the whole country . . . and yet they never missed the five stated times of prayer decreed by their prophet Mahomet.

3

I have grown old in misery and disgrace, living with only one buttock, and in remembering always that I was a pope’s daughter.