Living the Life Quixotic

Although most people vaguely recall the story of Don Quixote, very few have ever read it. For the betterment of humanity in general, I am going to post several paragraphs of Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes each day along with my quixotic interpretations of the text. It is my own attempt at tilting with windmills. Because who knows, they may be giants.

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Thursday, March 02, 2006

Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes, Chapter III, Paragraphs 6-end

PARAGRAPH 6: Shortly after this, another, not knowing what had happened (for the carrier still lay senseless), came with the same object of giving water to his mules, and was proceeding to remove the armour in order to clear the trough, when Don Quixote, without uttering a word or imploring aid from anyone, once more dropped his buckler and once more lifted his lance, and without actually breaking the second carrier's head into pieces, made more than three of it, for he laid it open in four. At the noise all the people of the inn ran to the spot, and among them the landlord. Seeing this, Don Quixote braced his buckler on his arm, and with his hand on his sword exclaimed, "O Lady of Beauty, strength and support of my faint heart, it is time for thee to turn the eyes of thy greatness on this thy captive knight on the brink of so mighty an adventure." By this he felt himself so inspired that he would not have flinched if all the carriers in the world had assailed him. The comrades of the wounded perceiving the plight they were in began from a distance to shower stones on Don Quixote, who screened himself as best he could with his buckler, not daring to quit the trough and leave his armour unprotected. The landlord shouted to them to leave him alone, for he had already told them that he was mad, and as a madman he would not be accountable even if he killed them all. Still louder shouted Don Quixote, calling them knaves and traitors, and the lord of the castle, who allowed knights-errant to be treated in this fashion, a villain and a low-born knight whom, had he received the order of knighthood, he would call to account for his treachery. "But of you," he cried, "base and vile rabble, I make no account; fling, strike, come on, do all ye can against me, ye shall see what the reward of your folly and insolence will be." This he uttered with so much spirit and boldness that he filled his assailants with a terrible fear, and as much for this reason as at the persuasion of the landlord they left off stoning him, and he allowed them to carry off the wounded, and with the same calmness and composure as before resumed the watch over his armour.

TIM-ELVIS' OBSERVATIONS OF CHAPTER III, PARAGRAPH 6:

Another 16th Century trucker shows up and wants to water his mules. He missed the first trucker getting walloped. When he starts to remove Don Quixote's armor from the trough, the Don doesn't bother to warn him or fantasize about Dulcinea. He just smacks the guy upside his head with his lance three or four times. Everyone from the inn, including the landlord, come running out to see what the noise is all about. When the Don sees them, he holds onto his shield, puts one hand on his sword and starts talking smack about being inspired to fight by his fantasy girlfriend's beauty. He starts believing his own BS and gets ready to fight everyone or anyone (someone needs to test the Don for steroids). The downed truckers friends start throwing rocks at the Don who tries to deflect them with his shield. The landlord shouts for everyone to calm down because Don Quixote is a nutjob and couldn't be convicted in any court even if he kills someone (insanity plea case). The Don starts shouting even louder calling everyone knaves and traitors and the landlord a bad man for allowing such lowlife in his castle. He then tells the crowd to "bring it on." The crowd decides that he is indeed a nutjob and would probably inflict major damage if they attack him. So they stop throwing stones and carry off their wounded friends. Don Quixote then starts watching his armor again..

PARAGRAPH 7: But these freaks of his guest were not much to the liking of the landlord, so he determined to cut matters short and confer upon him at once the unlucky order of knighthood before any further misadventure could occur; so, going up to him, he apologised for the rudeness which, without his knowledge, had been offered to him by these low people, who, however, had been well punished for their audacity. As he had already told him, he said, there was no chapel in the castle, nor was it needed for what remained to be done, for, as he understood the ceremonial of the order, the whole point of being dubbed a knight lay in the accolade and in the slap on the shoulder, and that could be administered in the middle of a field; and that he had now done all that was needful as to watching the armour, for all requirements were satisfied by a watch of two hours only, while he had been more than four about it. Don Quixote believed it all, and told him he stood there ready to obey him, and to make an end of it with as much despatch as possible; for, if he were again attacked, and felt himself to be dubbed knight, he would not, he thought, leave a soul alive in the castle, except such as out of respect he might spare at his bidding.

TIM-ELVIS' OBSERVATIONS OF CHAPTER III, PARAGRAPH 7:

The landlord doesn't really like any of the freaks staying at his inn anyway so he decides to avoid any more trouble and just knight the Don. He approaches him, apologises for the bad behaviour of the rabble and tells the Don they have been punished. He also tells Don Quixote that he has watched his armor long enough and it is time to make him a knight. Since there was no chapel to hold the ceremony, the landlord suggests being knighted in the middle of a field would be just as good. The Don buys all of this and talks some more smack about kicking everyone's ass if anyone else bugs him.

PARAGRAPH 8: Thus warned and menaced, the castellan forthwith brought out a book in which he used to enter the straw and barley he served out to the carriers, and, with a lad carrying a candle-end, and the two damsels already mentioned, he returned to where Don Quixote stood, and bade him kneel down. Then, reading from his account-book as if he were repeating some devout prayer, in the middle of his delivery he raised his hand and gave him a sturdy blow on the neck, and then, with his own sword, a smart slap on the shoulder, all the while muttering between his teeth as if he was saying his prayers. Having done this, he directed one of the ladies to gird on his sword, which she did with great self-possession and gravity, and not a little was required to prevent a burst of laughter at each stage of the ceremony; but what they had already seen of the novice knight's prowess kept their laughter within bounds. On girding him with the sword the worthy lady said to him, "May God make your worship a very fortunate knight, and grant you success in battle." Don Quixote asked her name in order that he might from that time forward know to whom he was beholden for the favour he had received, as he meant to confer upon her some portion of the honour he acquired by the might of his arm. She answered with great humility that she was called La Tolosa, and that she was the daughter of a cobbler of Toledo who lived in the stalls of Sanchobienaya, and that wherever she might be she would serve and esteem him as her lord. Don Quixote said in reply that she would do him a favour if thenceforward she assumed the "Don" and called herself Dona Tolosa. She promised she would, and then the other buckled on his spur, and with her followed almost the same conversation as with the lady of the sword. He asked her name, and she said it was La Molinera, and that she was the daughter of a respectable miller of Antequera; and of her likewise Don Quixote requested that she would adopt the "Don" and call herself Dona Molinera, making offers to her further services and favours.

TIM-ELVIS' OBSERVATIONS OF CHAPTER III, PARAGRAPH 8:

The landlord prepares for the knighthood ceremony by bringing out a ledger he records straw and barley purchases in, gets a kid to carry a candle, calls out the two hookers and tells Don Quixote to kneel before him. Then he acts like he is reading prayers from the account book and suddenly slaps the Don on the neck. Then he smacks the Don on the shoulder with his sword while muttering something unintelligible. Then he tells the hookers to strap the sword onto Don Quixote. They fight back laughter as they strap the sword on him. One gives the Don a blessing: "May God make you a great knight and win your fights." The Don is touched and asks the girls name. She says her name is La Tolosa and that she is a shoemaker's daughter. Don Quixote asked her to call her self Dona Tolosa from then on. He asks the other girl's name. She is La Molinera, the daughter of a miller. He asks her to call herself Dona Molinera.

PARAGRAPH 9: Having thus, with hot haste and speed, brought to a conclusion these never-till-now-seen ceremonies, Don Quixote was on thorns until he saw himself on horseback sallying forth in quest of adventures; and saddling Rocinante at once he mounted, and embracing his host, as he returned thanks for his kindness in knighting him, he addressed him in language so extraordinary that it is impossible to convey an idea of it or report it. The landlord, to get him out of the inn, replied with no less rhetoric though with shorter words, and without calling upon him to pay the reckoning let him go with a Godspeed.

TIM-ELVIS' OBSERVATIONS OF CHAPTER III, PARAGRAPH 9:

Don Quixote is so excited about being made a knight that he can't wait to jump on his nag and ride into the sunset. He mutters gibberish of thanks at the landlord for making him a knight. The landlord is really eager to get the nutjob out of his inn so he acknowledges the thanks and rushes Don Quixote on his merry way.

Well, now we have three chapters under our belt. Don Quixote is now officially (in his twisted mind anyway) a knight. God knows what kind of mischief he will get into next. So tomorrow we start Chapter IV.

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