Here, old men covered with wounds, beheld their wives, hugging their children to their bloody breasts, massacred before their faces; there, their daughters, disembowelled and breathing their last after having satisfied the natural wants of Bulgarian heroes; while others, half burnt in the flames, begged to be despatched. The earth was strewed with brains, arms, and legs. (Voltaire 10)
The absolute decimation the town and the innocent lives it held was meant to explicitly explain Voltaire’s opinions on wars, being that war is pointless destruction only for sating the basest instincts of mankind. Voltaire’s satire of war is direct and brutally unequivocal; in contrast, his satire of philosophy is more carefully woven and subtly omnipresent through