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HE HISTORY OF CUNEGONDE.
"I was in bed and fast asleep when it pleased God to send the Bulgarians
to our delightful castle of Thunder-ten-Tronckh; they slew my father and
brother, and cut my mother in pieces. A tall Bulgarian, six feet high,
perceiving that I had fainted away at this sight, began to ravish me;
this made me recover; I regained my senses, I cried, I struggled, I bit,
I scratched, I wanted to tear out the tall Bulgarian's eyes--not knowing
that what happened at my father's house was the usual practice of war.
The brute gave me a cut in the left side with his hanger, and the mark
is still upon me."
"Ah! I hope I shall see it," said honest Candide.
"You shall," said Cunegonde, "but let us continue."
"Do so," replied Candide.
Thus she resumed the thread of her story:
"A Bulgarian captain came in, saw me all bleeding, and the soldier not
in the least disconcerted. The captain flew into a passion at the
disrespectful behaviour of the brute, and slew him on my body. He
ordered my wounds to be dressed, and took me to his quarters as a
prisoner of war. I washed the few shirts that he had, I did his cooking;
he thought me very pretty--he avowed it; on the other hand, I must own
he had a good shape, and a soft and white skin; but he had little or no
mind or philosophy, and you might see plainly that he had never been
instructed by Doctor Pangloss. In three months time, having lost all his
money, and being grown tired of my company, he sold me to a Jew, named
Don Issachar, who traded to Holland and Portugal, and had a strong
passion for women. This Jew was much attached to my person, but could
not triumph over it; I resisted him better than the Bulgarian soldier. A
modest woman may be ravished once, but her virtue is strengthened by it.
In order to render me more tractable, he brought me to this country
house. Hitherto I had imagined that nothing could equal the beauty of
Thunder-ten-Tronckh Castle; but I found I was mistaken.
"The Grand Inquisitor, seeing me one day at Mass, stared long at me, and
sent to tell me that he wished to speak on private matters. I was
conducted to his palace, where I acquainted him with the history of my
family, and he represented to me how much it was beneath my rank to
belong to an Israelite. A proposal was then made to Don Issachar that he
should resign me to my lord. Don Issachar, being the court banker, and a
man of credit, would hear nothing of it. The Inquisitor threatened him
with an auto-da-fé. At last my Jew, intimidated, concluded a bargain,
by which the house and myself should belong to both in common; the Jew
should have for himself Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday, and the
Inquisitor should have the rest of the week. It is now six months since
this agreement was made. Quarrels have not been wanting, for they could
not decide whether the night from Saturday to Sunday belonged to the old
law or to the new. For my part, I have so far held out against both, and
I verily believe that this is the reason why I am still beloved.
"At length, to avert the scourge of earthquakes, and to intimidate Don
Issachar, my Lord Inquisitor was pleased to celebrate an auto-da-fé.
He did me the honour to invite me to the ceremony. I had a very good
seat, and the ladies were served with refreshments between Mass and the
execution. I was in truth seized with horror at the burning of those two
Jews, and of the honest Biscayner who had married his godmother; but
what was my surprise, my fright, my trouble, when I saw in a
san-benito and mitre a figure which resembled that of Pangloss! I
rubbed my eyes, I looked at him attentively, I saw him hung; I fainted.
Scarcely had I recovered my senses than I saw you stripped, stark naked,
and this was the height of my horror, consternation, grief, and despair.
I tell you, truthfully, that your skin is yet whiter and of a more
perfect colour than that of my Bulgarian captain. This spectacle
redoubled all the feelings which overwhelmed and devoured me. I screamed
out, and would have said, 'Stop, barbarians!' but my voice failed me,
and my cries would have been useless after you had been severely
whipped. How is it possible, said I, that the beloved Candide and the
wise Pangloss should both be at Lisbon, the one to receive a hundred
lashes, and the other to be hanged by the Grand Inquisitor, of whom I am
the well-beloved? Pangloss most cruelly deceived me when he said that
everything in the world is for the best.
"Agitated, lost, sometimes beside myself, and sometimes ready to die of
weakness, my mind was filled with the massacre of my father, mother, and
brother, with the insolence of the ugly Bulgarian soldier, with the stab
that he gave me, with my servitude under the Bulgarian captain, with my
hideous Don Issachar, with my abominable Inquisitor, with the execution
of Doctor Pangloss, with the grand Miserere to which they whipped you,
and especially with the kiss I gave you behind the screen the day that I
had last seen you. I praised God for bringing you back to me after so
many trials, and I charged my old woman to take care of you, and to
conduct you hither as soon as possible. She has executed her commission
perfectly well; I have tasted the inexpressible pleasure of seeing you
again, of hearing you, of speaking with you. But you must be hungry, for
myself, I am famished; let us have supper."
They both sat down to table, and, when supper was over, they placed
themselves once more on the sofa; where they were when Signor Don
Issachar arrived. It was the Jewish Sabbath, and Issachar had come to
enjoy his rights, and to explain his tender love.
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Let's Analyse the Pattern
The mind creates emotional barriers to protect core identity when external circumstances become unbearable.
Why This Matters
Connect literature to life
This chapter teaches how to recognize when systems that promise protection actually enable exploitation.
Practice This Today
Next time an employer, agency, or institution promises to 'take care of you,' notice what specific protections they offer versus what they're asking you to give up.
Now let's explore the literary elements.
Key Quotes & Analysis
"not knowing that what happened at my father's house was the usual practice of war"
Context: Describing her shock at the violence she witnessed during the attack
Shows how normalized violence becomes in systems of power. What seems horrific to the victim is just 'business as usual' to those in charge. Cunegonde learned that her trauma was considered routine.
In Today's Words:
I didn't realize that this kind of violence was just how things worked
"he had little or no mind or philosophy"
Context: Describing the Bulgarian captain who kept her as property
Ironic observation that her captor lacked the very philosophy that was supposed to explain why everything happens for the best. Even she can see the emptiness of such thinking.
In Today's Words:
He wasn't very smart and didn't think deeply about anything
"I was at that auto-da-fé; I saw you whipped"
Context: Revealing she witnessed Candide's punishment by the Inquisition
The cruel irony that she was forced to watch the man she loved being tortured while being powerless to help. Shows how systems of oppression force people to witness each other's suffering.
In Today's Words:
I was there when they punished you, and I had to watch them hurt you
Thematic Threads
Power
In This Chapter
Cunegonde is passed between men like property—military officer to banker to religious leader, each claiming 'rights' to her body
Development
Evolved from abstract philosophical power (Pangloss's teachings) to brutal physical reality of who controls whom
In Your Life:
You see this when bosses, landlords, or institutions treat people as resources rather than humans with agency.
Survival
In This Chapter
Cunegonde adapts to each new captor, finding ways to endure while maintaining hope for something better
Development
Introduced here—shows what survival actually looks like versus Candide's naive optimism
In Your Life:
You do this when you smile through toxic work environments or difficult relationships while planning your escape.
Identity
In This Chapter
Despite being treated as an object, Cunegonde maintains her sense of self through small acts of observation and resistance
Development
Contrasts with Candide's identity crisis—she knows who she is even when others don't see her humanity
In Your Life:
You face this when others try to reduce you to a job title, diagnosis, or stereotype instead of seeing your full humanity.
Class
In This Chapter
Cunegonde's noble birth means nothing when she has no male protection—class privilege evaporates without power to enforce it
Development
Deepens from earlier chapters showing how quickly social status can disappear during crisis
In Your Life:
You see this when economic hardship strips away middle-class security, revealing how fragile those protections really are.
Human Relationships
In This Chapter
Her reunion with Candide represents the first genuine human connection since her trauma—someone who sees her as a person, not property
Development
First real relationship moment in the book, contrasting with all the transactional interactions
In Your Life:
You experience this when someone finally sees and accepts the real you after periods of feeling invisible or misunderstood.
You now have the context. Time to form your own thoughts.
Discussion Questions
- 1
How does Cunegonde describe her traumatic experiences, and what does her tone tell us about how she's coping?
analysis • surface - 2
Why do you think Cunegonde can describe horrific events so matter-of-factly? What survival mechanism is she using?
analysis • medium - 3
Where do you see this same emotional detachment in people dealing with difficult jobs or situations today?
application • medium - 4
When someone you know seems 'too calm' about their problems, how should you respond? What might they actually need?
application • deep - 5
What does Cunegonde's story reveal about how people maintain dignity and hope even when they have no real power?
reflection • deep
Critical Thinking Exercise
Map Your Own Compartments
Think about a difficult situation you've had to endure - a tough job, family crisis, or ongoing stress. Write down how you mentally separated yourself from the situation to get through it. What emotions did you put aside? What small acts of resistance or dignity did you maintain? How did you protect your core self while dealing with circumstances you couldn't control?
Consider:
- •Compartmentalization is a survival skill, not a character flaw
- •Notice the difference between temporary coping and permanent numbness
- •Small acts of resistance matter even when you can't change the big picture
Journaling Prompt
Write about a time when you had to be 'strong' for others while dealing with your own pain. How did you manage both roles, and what did you learn about your own resilience?
Coming Up Next...
Chapter 9: When Push Comes to Shove
Don Issachar's arrival sets up a dangerous confrontation. With both the Jewish banker and the Grand Inquisitor claiming ownership of Cunegonde, and Candide now in the picture, this powder keg is about to explode.
