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It all depends on one’s point of
view:
Don Quixote was an aging country
gentlemen who spent his latter
years whiling away countless
hours reading novels of
chivalry. He longed for the old
days when knighthood was in
flower, where damsels were saved
from evil doers, and all wrongs
were righted by courageous
knights mounted upon white
steeds and dressed in shining
armor. As the years passed by,
reason gave way to senility in
Don Quixote, and reality left
him. One day, he suited up in
whatever he could find in the
attic and closets, saddled up
his old white nag Rocinante,
and talked his farmer/neighbor
Sancho Panza into becoming his
knight’s squire, because all
knights had them. Sancho would
join him in the Good Fight to
rid the world of evil doers and
to right all wrongs.
So one day:
“In a venturing out, 30 or 40
windmills were discovered on a
distant plain, and in a way that
only Don Quixote could see, he
said to his squire: fortune is
guiding things better for us
than we could ever have imagined
or wished; because do you see
there?, friend Sancho Panza ,
we’ve just stumbled upon 30 or
more colossal giants with whom I
plan to do battle, and take from
them all, their very lives, and
with whose spoils we will begin
to get rich this day: this is
called the Good Fight, to rid
the face of the earth of this
bad seed.
Turning toward Don Quixote,
Sancho Panza said:
What giants?
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