"Well, my dear Pangloss," said Candide to him, "when You were hanged, dissected, whipped, and tugging at the oar, did you continue to think that everything in this world happens for the best?"
¿Y pues, amado Panglós, le dixo Candido, quando se vió vm. ahorcado, disecado, molido á palos, y remando en galeras, pensaba que todo iba perfectamente?