“Oh! what a superior man,” said Candide below his breath. “What a great genius is this Pococurante! Nothing can please him.” After their survey of the library they went down into the garden, where Candide praised its several beauties. “I know of nothing in so bad a taste,” said the master. “All you see here is merely trifling. After to-morrow I will have it planted with a nobler design.
