Candide by Voltaire

I decided to read Candide because I bought it a long time ago and it’s just been sitting on the shelf. Secondly I’ve played the following musical piece so many times that I’ve lost count.

It was an interesting book. Its pace was incredibly fast. There weren’t many times that Voltaire waxed eloquent on the description of the scene or other objects. It was an easy read, a relatively short book. It was a tale of optimism versus everything sucking and there being nothing you can do about it. For my part I think life lies somewhere in between.