Besides, Candide had money and
jewels, and, not withstanding he had lost a hundred red sheep laden
with the greatest treasure outside of El Dorado, and though he still
smarted from the reflection of the Dutch skipper's knavery, yet when
he considered what he had still left, and repeated the name of
Cunegund, especially after meal times, he inclined to Pangloss's
doctrine.
"And pray," said he to Martin, "what is your opinion of the whole of
this system? What notion have you of moral and natural evil?"
"Sir," replied Martin, "our priest accused me of being a Socinian;
but the real truth is, I am a Manichaean."
"Nay, now you are jesting," said Candide; "there are no
Manichaeans existing at present in the world."
"And yet I am one," said Martin; "but I cannot help it. I cannot for
the soul of me think otherwise."
"Surely the Devil must be in you," said Candide.
"He concerns himself so much," replied Martin, "in the affairs of
this world that it is very probable he may be in me as well as
everywhere else; but I must confess, when I cast my eye on this globe,
or rather globule, I cannot help thinking that God has abandoned it to
some malignant being. I always except El Dorado. I scarce ever knew
a city that did not wish the destruction of its neighboring city;
nor a family that did not desire to exterminate some other family.
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