I don't know if it's resentment, or simply intolerance, but one of those two nouns make me onerous and fidgety when it's about Candide. I have met ignorant people, and I may be one of them. But I have never met someone like Candide. Not that I ever will.
I am not thoroughly informed on what Voltaire did, but starting off from the fact that he was a philosopher, gives me the confidence to believe that the book is good.
However, Candide is a boy who thinks that everything is made out of chocolate and the world is composed of flowers and bases his beliefs on a man that thinks the same way he does, Pangloss.
Even when one of the most horrible and tragic episodes that can occur in someone's life happens to him, he still doesn't lose "faith." For many people, this can be an act of courage fullness, that believes in the beauty of promise. No. He is an ignorant child that can't tell the difference from right or wrong, good or bad, and most importantly, truth or lie.
I sensed that the omniscient narrator was trying to portray the same image as Candide, ignorance. He tells the satire in such way that one can feel that he thinks everything will be okay, no one will harm a homeless boy, and that everyone or everything "means/is for the best."
That was what got you into the arms of the Bulgars, right Candide? Why can't you see ahead? Stupid boy.
Actually, I am glad that he got the chance to experience the outdoor liberty. Not everything is as it seems, but it takes much more than one simple torture for Candide to realize that.
The taste of freedom must feel splendorous for such philosopher. I mean, it is Candide who we are talking about here.
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