If he happened to turn up in our too sunny world, Candide would recognise familiar themes. The pandemic would not surprise him – he had heard of plagues that were even more horrible. He would rejoice for Pangloss, who would be cured of his venereal disease, and would be amazed by all the gadgets in our technological Eldorado. But he would be still more astonished to hear taxi drivers banging on about prices and oligarchs, traffic jams and wildfires. He would think how simple and comprehensible the Lisbon earthquake was. It killed people but didn’t discredit humanity. Victims were counted in thousands, but there were no perpetrators. Man-made horror is a different thing altogether: it humiliates and devalues. There’s nothing worse than feeling guilty, Candide would think, observing the mess we have made of our world. For centuries people have been inflicting suffering on one another, all the while repeating sermons about goodness and peace. The reasons were and are the same – the greed of some and the stupidity of others. Greed and stupidity eat away at the foundations of solidarity which nature instilled in us. Because of them, humankind grows on nature’s beautiful body like a malignant tumour, gobbling up some of her juices and poisoning others.
‘Excellently observed,’ Candide would say; ‘but let us cultivate our garden.’ 15
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