In the meantime, Candide, who had been wounded by some pieces of stone that fell from the houses, lay stretched in the street, almost covered with rubbish. "For God's sake," said he to Pangloss, "get me a little wine and oil!
Pues no vienes mal ahora con tu razon universal. Candido, que la caida de unas piedras habia herido, tendido en el suelo en mitad de la calle, y cubierto de ruinas, clamaba á Panglós: ¡Ay! tráeme un poco de vino y aceyte, que me muero.