In chapter 25, Candide and Martin meet an interesting
character named Senator Pococurante
(pococurante meaning to care little or be indifferent). As his name would suggest,
he has very little appreciation for most things. He is an educated, Venetian
nobleman who is rather blunt about his opinion. He has no desire to please
others and maintains a high standard of perfectionism, meaning he is not pleased with something unless it is perfect. He is perpetually displeased by things around him. Pococurante is has a fatal flaw in which he holds reality to the standard of perfection, thereby never finding pleasure in it and wanting no part in it. By doing so, Pococurante throws away any chance at happiness.
He even says later in the chapter that “’I say what I think, and I couldn’t care less whether anyone things the way I do or not.” (pg 74). Candide remarked at the beauty of two girls waiting on them, and Pococurante said explained how he invited them to bed once he got tired of the society ladies, but got bored with them rather quickly as well. Candide remarks repeatedly on famous paintings, and how he admires them, but probably most likely just because of the name associated with them. Pococurante dismisses him quickly and details everything that is wrong with the art- it’s too dark, not accurate enough, not realistic enough, etc. The same occurs for the music that is playing before dinner, and extends into his dislike for opera. Pococurante thoroughly explains his distaste for the opera, saying it allows for the glorification of a single woman to sing a random song that plays no part in the story, and serves only to place her vocal chords on display, and additionally pieces together arbitrary parts and scenes just so one song or line can be used. He finds the majority of his books boring and disagreeable and in bad taste, despite the enormous reputation the authors have for being revolutionary or well-regarded during this reputed age of great intellect and insight. Candide is dumbfounded when Pococurante says “’I read only for myself, I like only what may be of use to me’” (pg 72). He has no time for theories or the like, as can be seen when he is talking about Cicero and his endless doubts and concerns, ultimately deciding “’I didn’t need anyone else’s help if I was going to be ignorant’” (pg 73) and that the book contained no useful information.
He even says later in the chapter that “’I say what I think, and I couldn’t care less whether anyone things the way I do or not.” (pg 74). Candide remarked at the beauty of two girls waiting on them, and Pococurante said explained how he invited them to bed once he got tired of the society ladies, but got bored with them rather quickly as well. Candide remarks repeatedly on famous paintings, and how he admires them, but probably most likely just because of the name associated with them. Pococurante dismisses him quickly and details everything that is wrong with the art- it’s too dark, not accurate enough, not realistic enough, etc. The same occurs for the music that is playing before dinner, and extends into his dislike for opera. Pococurante thoroughly explains his distaste for the opera, saying it allows for the glorification of a single woman to sing a random song that plays no part in the story, and serves only to place her vocal chords on display, and additionally pieces together arbitrary parts and scenes just so one song or line can be used. He finds the majority of his books boring and disagreeable and in bad taste, despite the enormous reputation the authors have for being revolutionary or well-regarded during this reputed age of great intellect and insight. Candide is dumbfounded when Pococurante says “’I read only for myself, I like only what may be of use to me’” (pg 72). He has no time for theories or the like, as can be seen when he is talking about Cicero and his endless doubts and concerns, ultimately deciding “’I didn’t need anyone else’s help if I was going to be ignorant’” (pg 73) and that the book contained no useful information.
“’I imagine’, he said, ‘ that a
republican must find most of these enjoyable to read, given how free the
authors were to write them?’
‘Yes,’
answered Pococurante, ‘it is a fine thing to write what one things. It is man’s
privilege. Throughout this Italy of ours, people write only what they do not
think. Those who live in the land of the Caesars and the Antonines dare not
have an idea without obtaining permission from a Dominican friar. I would be
content with the freedom which inspires these English men of genius if their
passion for the party interest didn’t spoil all the estimable things that would
otherwise flow from this precious freedom’” (pg 73)
Pococurante is saying that the people who have the freedom
to write whatever they want do not take advantage of it, instead writing only
of politics and inconsequential issues. He is suggesting that he would like
their writing, should they chose to write about something worthwhile.
During this entire chapter, Candide is searching
Pococurante’s library/house to find something he would like, and is repeatedly
discouraged. Candide likes what he has been told to like, and has a difficult
time understanding that someone might not like the same things as him.
Ironically, towards the end of the chapter, Candide exclaims “What a great genius this Pococurante is!
There is no pleasing him!” (pg 74) and implies that he is now suddenly in
agreement with all that Pococurante believes. Candide praises his selection and
taste, and revels in the fact that Pococurante is such a freethinker, therefore
must be the happiest man in the world, for he is not reliant on any of his
belongings for happiness. Martin, as per usual, shuts him down and quotes
Plato, saying that “the best stomachs
are not those which reject all food” (pg 74) and eventually the argument
boils down to the dead-end of there being “pleasure
in not having pleasure” (pg 74). Even Martin sees the flaws of Pococurante, and forces Candide to consider the problems brought on by perfectionism as well as the imperfections with the ideal, seeing as even the perfect Eldorado had it flaws.
Questions:
1.
What do you think of Pococurante’s opinions? Do
you think he’s right in despising anything that isn’t directly useful to him?
2.
What do you think Pococurante would find useful?
3.
Why does he play music and have all these books
and paintings if he dislikes them so much?
4.
Does Candide learn anything from this
interaction?








