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How can I be wrong, you punctilious traitor […] tell me: don’t you see that knight riding
towards us upon his dappled grey horse, wearing a golden helmet on his head? What I can see,
answered Sancho, is just a man on a donkey, a drab one like my own, who’s wearing on his head
something that glitters. (112)
18
A young man…good-looking and well-spoken (132)…we were all pretty well struck at how
good-looking he was. (133)
19
without saying a word just punched and kicked him something fierce, and then he went after
the pack mule and took all the bread and cheese it was carrying, after which, with that strange
quickness, he ran back and hid in the mountains. (133)
20
…having gotten to the heart of what he was saying, he suddenly stopped and fell silent, staring
down at the ground for a good long time, while we all just stayed quiet and waited, thinking
some inward rapture had caught him up, and feeling very sorry to see him like that, because the
way he was staring down at the ground, so round-eyed, even his eyelids frozen still, and then
sometimes closing his eyes, squeezing his lips together and knitting up his brows, it wasn’t hard
to understand that some fit of madness had taken hold of him. And then, pretty soon, he showed
us just how right we were, because, after first throwing himself to the ground, he jumped up in a
great fury and attacked the shepard who happened to be nearest him, punching and biting him so
fiercely and wildly that, if we hadn’t pulled him off, he’d have killed that man. And all the time
he was saying, “Ah, treacherous Fernando! Now, you’ll pay me back for the injustice you did me
- with these hands I’ll tear out your heart, the laid and hiding place of all your evil deeds, and
especially your lying and cheating!” And he went on like that, everything addressed to this same
Fernando, accusing him of being a faithless swindler. We finally dragged him off, though it
wasn’t easy, and then, without saying another word, he ran off and hid himself in these thickets
and brambles, so it was impossible to follow him. (133-134)
21
…fled from the city in despair, after first writing a letter in which he explained the wrong done
him by Luscinda, and then declared he would go where no one would ever see him again. (179).
22
He just squinted up at them, trying to understand where he was. The priest instructed the niece
to take extremely good care of her uncle, and to watch out that he didn’t escape again, telling her
all they’d had to do to bring him home. (343)
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Nor was our historian able to learn how Don Quijote came to die, nor would he have known a
blessed thing if, by sheer good fortune, he hadn’t gotten hold of an old, old doctor who happened
to have in his possession a lead strongbox, which, as he explained, had been found in the rubble
of an ancient hermitage, which was being rebuilt, and in this strongbox they’d found some
mouldy sheets of parchment, covered with Gothic letters that turned out, however, to be Spanish