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Don Quixote, a pretended knight-errant, would have an enduring appeal matched by no real one. This "ingenious gentleman of La Mancha" in south-central Spain had stocked his library with romances of chivalry, which addled his brain and nourished his illusion that he must himself become a knight-errant. Outfitted with a suit of rusty armor and a decrepit horse, Rosinante, he enlisted for his squire a local peasant, Sancho red pumps Panza, to whom he promised the governorship of an island. Traveling the country- side to right the wrongs of the world, he defended the honor of his lady love, Dulcinea del Toboso, from a nearby village. She, however, was unaware goatherds, and flocks of sheep into an enchanted landscape of moated castles, gallant knights, and their supporting pumps blue troops. Windmills became enemies against which he had to battle. Whether falling awkwardly off his knightly nag or being cudgeled by peasants and innkeepers, Don Quixote remained indomitable. "Bear in mind, Sancho, that one man is no more than another, unless he does more than another. All these tempests that fall upon us are signs that fair weather is coming shortly, and that things will go well with us, for it is impossible for good or evil to last forever. Hence it follows that the evil having lasted long, the good must be now nigh at hand. . . ." After their saddlebags were stolen, Sancho recommended that Don Quixote, like ancient knights-errant, live off the herbs of the field. To which the knight replied: "For all that, I would rather have just now a quarter of bread, or a loaf and a couple of sardines than all the herbs described by Dioscorides, even with Doctor Laguna's notes. Nevertheless, Sancho the Good, mount your beast and come along with me, for God, who provides for all things, will not fail us-more Moncler Womens Jackets In Bady Down Black especially when we are so active in his service as we are-since he fails not the midges of the air, nor the grubs Supra Vaiders Women Black Green Red Yellow of the earth nor the tadpoles of the water, and is so merciful that he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust." "Your worship would have made a better preacher than knight-errant," said Sancho. (Translated by Rudolph Schevill after John Ormsby)The meandering narrative, interrupted by ballads and interludes, finally leaves the reader in the air, ready for a second part.