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“I don't know how your Pangloss would be able to weigh up the misfortunes of different men and take the measure of their hardship. All I can say is that I suspect that there are millions of men on earth who deserve a hundred times more pity than your King Charles Edward, Tsar Ivan, or Sultan Ahmed.”

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Book:Candide
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Candide

Voltaire's renowned work is a philosophical and humorous narrative that follows the adventures of Candide, a young man who embarks on a journey through various trials and tribulations, questioning the optimism of his mentor, Dr. Pangloss. more

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Voltaire
Voltaire

Voltaire, a French Enlightenment philosopher, writer, and thinker, was born on November 21, 1694, and died on May 30, 1778. He had a profound impact on philosophy, literature, and science in France and Europe with his sharp wit and critical spirit. more

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Book:At His Service
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