“In Westphalia, in the castle of Baron Tunder-ten-Tronck, there lived a young man whom nature endowed with the most pleasant disposition. His whole soul was reflected in his face. He judged things quite sensibly and very simple-heartedly. therefore, I think, his name was Candide. The old servants of the house suspected that he was the son of the baron's sister and a good and honest nobleman who lived in the neighborhood, whom this girl did not want to marry for anything, since he had only seventy-one generations of ancestors in his pedigree, the rest part of his family tree was destroyed by the destructive power of time ... "