<h2>XXIII</h2>
<h3>CANDIDE AND MARTIN TOUCHED UPON THE COAST OF ENGLAND, AND WHAT THEY SAW THERE.</h3>
<p>"Ah, Pangloss! Pangloss! Ah, Martin! Martin! Ah, my dear Cunegonde, what
sort of a world is this?" said Candide on board the Dutch ship.</p>
<p>"Something very foolish and abominable," said Martin.</p>
<p>"You know England? Are they as foolish there as in France?"</p>
<p>"It is another kind of folly," said Martin. "You know that these two
nations are at war for a few acres of snow in Canada,<SPAN name="FNanchor_31_31" id="FNanchor_31_31"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_31_31" class="fnanchor">[31]</SPAN> and that they
spend over this beautiful war much more than Canada is worth. To tell
you exactly, whether there are more people fit to send to a madhouse in
one country than the other, is what my imperfect intelligence will not
permit. I only know in general that the people we are going to see are
very atrabilious."</p>
<p>Talking thus they arrived at Portsmouth. The coast was lined with crowds
of people, whose eyes were fixed on a fine man kneeling, with his<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</SPAN></span> eyes
bandaged, on board one of the men of war in the harbour. Four soldiers
stood opposite to this man; each of them fired three balls at his head,
with all the calmness in the world; and the whole assembly went away
very well satisfied.</p>
<p>"What is all this?" said Candide; "and what demon is it that exercises
his empire in this country?"</p>
<p>He then asked who was that fine man who had been killed with so much
ceremony. They answered, he was an Admiral.<SPAN name="FNanchor_32_32" id="FNanchor_32_32"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_32_32" class="fnanchor">[32]</SPAN></p>
<p>"And why kill this Admiral?"</p>
<p>"It is because he did not kill a sufficient number of men himself. He
gave battle to a French Admiral; and it has been proved that he was not
near enough to him."</p>
<p>"But," replied Candide, "the French Admiral was as far from the English
Admiral."</p>
<p>"There is no doubt of it; but in this country it is found good, from
time to time, to kill one Admiral to encourage the others."</p>
<p>Candide was so shocked and bewildered by what he saw and heard, that he
would not set foot on shore, and he made a bargain with the Dutch
skipper (were he even to rob him like the Surinam captain) to conduct
him without delay to Venice.</p>
<p>The skipper was ready in two days. They<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</SPAN></span> coasted France; they passed in
sight of Lisbon, and Candide trembled. They passed through the Straits,
and entered the Mediterranean. At last they landed at Venice.</p>
<p>"God be praised!" said Candide, embracing Martin. "It is here that I
shall see again my beautiful Cunegonde. I trust Cacambo as myself. All
is well, all will be well, all goes as well as possible."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</SPAN></span></p>
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