library, an important branch of erudition, of human experience and invention, is thus reduced in his hands to a phrase or to a stanza.  From the enormous mass of riven or compact scorioe he extracts whatever is essential, a grain of gold or of copper as a specimen of the rest, presenting this to us in its most convenient and most manageable form, in a simile, in a metaphor, in an epigram that becomes a proverb.  In this no ancient or modern writer approaches him; in simplification and in popularization he has not his equal in the world.  Without departing from the usual conversational tone, and as if in sport, he puts into little portable phrases the greatest discoveries and hypotheses of the human mind, the theories of Descartes, Malebranche, Leibnitz, Locke and Newton, the diverse religions of antiquity and of modern times, every known system of physics, physiology, geology, morality, natural law, and political economy,[21] in short, all the generalized conceptions in every order of knowledge to which humanity had attained in the eighteenth century. — Voltaire’s inclination is so strong that it carries him too far; he belittles great things by rendering them accessible.  Religion, legend, ancient popular poesy, the spontaneous creations of instinct, the vague visions of primitive tunes are not thus to be converted into small current coin; they are not subjects of amusing and lively conversation.  A piquant witticism is not an expression of all this, but simply a travesty.  But how charming to Frenchmen, and to people of the world!  And what reader can abstain from a book containing all human knowledge summed up in piquant witticisms?  For it is really a summary of human knowledge, no important idea, as far as I can see, being wanting to a man whose breviary consisted of the “Dialogues,” the “Dictionary,” and the “Novels.”  Read them over and over five or six times, and we then form some idea of their vast contents.  Not only do views of the world and of man abound in them, but again they swarm with positive and even technical details, thousands of little facts scattered throughout, multiplied and precise details on astronomy, physics, geography, physiology, statistics, and on the history of all nations, the innumerable and personal experiences of a man who has himself read the texts, handled the instruments, visited the countries, taken part in the industries, and associated with the persons, and who, in the precision of his marvelous memory, in the liveliness of his ever-blazing imagination, revives or sees, as with the eye itself, everything that he states and as he states it.  It is a unique talent, the rarest in a classic era, the most precious of all, since it consists in the display of actual beings, not through the gray veil of abstractions, but in themselves, as they are in nature and in history, with their visible color and forms, with their accessories and surroundings in time and space, a peasant at his cart, a Quaker in his meeting-house, a German baron in his castle, Dutchmen, Englishmen, Spaniards, Italians, Frenchmen, in their homes,[22] a great lady, a designing woman, provincials, soldiers, prostitutes,[23] and the rest of the human medley, on every step of the social ladder, each an abridgment of his kind and in the passing light of a sudden flash.