“’My friend,’ said the orator to him, ‘do you believe the Pope to be Anti-Christ?’
‘I have not heard it,’ answered Candide; ‘but whether he be, or whether he be not, I want bread.’
‘Thou dost not deserve to eat,’ said the other. ‘Begone, rogue; begone, wretch; do not come near me again.’
The orator’s wife, putting her head out of the window, and spying a man that doubted whether the Pope was Anti-Christ, poured over him a full.... Oh, heavens! to what excess does religious zeal carry the ladies.