"What a number!" said Candide. "How many good?"
     "Fifteen or sixteen," authentic louis vuitton damier bags replied the other.
     "What a number!" said Martin.
     Candide was very pleased with an actress who played Queen Elizabeth in a somewhat insipid
     tragedy[23] sometimes acted.
     [23] P. 108. The play referred to is supposed to be
     "Le Comte d'Essex," by Thomas Corneille.
     "That actress," said he to Martin, "pleases me much; she has a likeness to Miss
     Cunegonde; I should be cheap louis vuitton monogram bags very glad to wait upon her."
     The Perigordian Abbe offered to introduce him. Candide, brought up in Germany, asked what
     was the etiquette, and how they treated queens of England in France.
     "It is necessary to make distinctions," said the Abbe. "In the provinces one takes them
     to the inn; in Paris, one respects them when they are beautiful, chanel handbags and throws them on the
     highway when they are dead."[24]
     [24] P. 108. In France actors were at one time looked
     upon as excommunicated persons, not worthy of burial
     in holy ground or with Christian rites. In 1730 the
     "honours of sepulture" were refused to Mademoiselle
     Lecouvreur (doubtless the Miss Monime of this passage).
     Voltaire's miscellaneous works contain a paper on the matter.
     "Queens chanel bags on the highway!" said Candide.
     "Yes, truly," said Martin, "the Abbe is right. I was in Paris when Miss Monime passed, as
     the saying is, from this life to the other. She was refused what people call the _honours
     of sepulture_--that is to say, of rotting with all the beggars of the neighbourhood in an
     ugly cemetery; she chanel bags outlet was interred all alone by her company at the corner of the Rue de
     Bourgogne, which ought to trouble her much, for she thought nobly."
     "That was very uncivil," said Candide.
     "What would you have?" said Martin; "these people are made thus. Imagine all