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DON QUIXOTE

By MIGUEL DE CERVANTES
A dignified gentleman by the name of Quixada, who lived between Aragon and Castile, went crazy over these foolish books, which he spent all his substance in buying. His brain was stuffed with enchantments, quarrels, battles, challenges, wounds, magic salves, complaints, amours, torments, giants, castles, captured maidens, gallant rescues, and all sorts of impossible deeds of daring, which seemed to him as true as the most authentic history. Every innkeeper was a magnate; every mule-driver a cavalier.

He decided that for his own honor and for the service of the world he must turn knight errant and jaunt through the world, redress- ing wrongs, rescuing captured princesses, and at last winning the imperial scepter of Trapizonda.

He changed his name to Don Quixote de la Mancha, got himself dubbed knight by a rascally publican whose inn he thought was a castle with four turrets crowned with pinnacles of glistening silver. In order to carry a full purse he sold one of his houses, mortgaged another, and borrowed a goodly sum from a friend. When his practical house-keeper and his pretty niece, together with his neighbors, the barber and the curate, thought to cure him by burning his books, he was persuaded that his library had been carried away by a necromancer, and became crazier than ever. He scoured up a rusty suit of mail which had belonged to one of his ancestors, mended the broken helmet with a pasteboard vizor, patched with thin iron plates, and thus accoutered set forth on his old hack Rocinante, whose ribs stuck out like the skeleton of a ship, accompanied by a rustic named Sancho Panza, persuaded into serving as his squire.
At that moment the shepherds rallied in defense of their flocks and overwhelmed the unlucky knight, first with stones and then with cudgels, leaving him in a desperate case, with nearly all his teeth knocked out or loosened, and his ribs half broken.
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