While leaving the exemplary penitentiary of Alabama, Candide and Pangloss raised an unusual mine. Anxious, Martin questioned them :

" That does it occur? You seem very affected!"

Pangloss: " Businessmen, politicians, jailers and their prisoners, here a quite poor image of your humanity ".

Candide: " As you are right, my good Master! It is really to despair of the mankind ".

Martin: " I do not believe my ears of them! You them cantors of optimism, to make such remarks? ".

They went back to New York. In spite of the efforts of their companions, our two inveterate optimists could not leave themselves their dark mood.

Fortunate Bigboss decided to take extreme mesures : " They are stressed, declared it in Martin, like the majority of the Americans. We thus will treat them like them. Lawyers and psychoanalysts are the two udders of the Yankees. We thus will make them treat by psychoanalysts ". So was made.

Fortunate Bigboss gave Candide between the hands, or rather expert handling of a psychoanalyst of international reputation for his tariff of $ 1000 an hour. This one undertook to manage to him a thorough psychoanalytical cure according to rule. Being given the gravity of the traumatism undergone by Candide, his therapist seriously took it in hand, at the rate of three solid weekly meetings. He did not make him gift of any episode of necessary analytical work. One begin with the hypnosis, which awoke the symbolic memory repressed all at the bottom of the unconscious one. Candide revived the ritual satanic ones which had filled its infancy, the complex of Oedipus who had led him to the inceste. Real facts or false memories? It did not matter with the therapist provided that the patient can make emerge of the obscure planet of his unconscious the symbols established in meaning. All the must of the freudian vulgate were administered to him.

Three months after the setting in analysis of the ingenuous Candide, this one was not any more that a bewildered psychoanalytical creature, lends to accept all the unconscious traumatisms whose the first four year old hippocampus of his life had not kept any trace besides.

The fate of Pangloss was not less efficient. Freudian philosophy had quickly driven out miasmas of the naive universe where credulous Leibniz took pleasure. The psychoanalyst of Pangloss, which applied only one tariff of $ 500 an hour, could claim only with one national fame. This therapist, nevertheless formidable, opened all large the gates of frightening unconscious of Pangloss. Came at the day the sexual traumatisms, the satanic and incestuous practices repressed with deepest of unconscious, the ancestral atavisms, all the unvoiced comments of repressions which affected the present of the good Master Pangloss and maintained his psychosis. In conclusion, the therapist estimate, but undoubtedly he had an excess of optimism, that the future psychoanalytical of Pangloss last not more than from twelve to fifteen years, at a good interval of 104 meetings annually. The hope of one better, according to this optimistic psychoanalyst, would claim, according to any probability, hardly more efforts.

Fortunate Bigboss and Martin were dismayed. The remedy was worse than the evil. Pangloss and Candide had received from their psychoanalyst the instruction to note on a daily notebook all the memories (true or fictitious) which returned to them from their infancy.

Martin decided to apply to the two patients a hard treatment processing : the P.B.C (Processing By the Contempt). He took the two daily notebooks, tore them and put them at fire. Then they left all the four, for a hotel in the heart of Vermont. After fifteen days of daily walks among the flowers of meadows and odorous woods, the gates of unconscious were closed again on both ex-analyzed. Leibniz triumphed and the universe was again smiling. Our travellers decided to still leave a universe too civilized for a continent with the state of nature, Africa.