Don Quixote by Miquel de Cervantes, Chapter V, Paragraphs 6-8

Don Quixote was firmly persuaded that this was the Marquis of Mantua, his uncle, so the only answer he made was to go on with his ballad, in which he told the tale of his misfortune, and of the loves of the Emperor's son and his wife all exactly as the ballad sings it.

TIM-ELVIS' OBSERVATIONS ABOUT PARAGRAPH 6:
Don Quixote is pretty much fixed in his delusion and continues to recite the poem about the Marquis of Mantua's tales of woe.

The peasant stood amazed at hearing such nonsense, and relieving him of the visor, already battered to pieces by blows, he wiped his face, which was covered with dust, and as soon as he had done so he recognised him and said, "Senor Quixada" (for so he appears to have been called when he was in his senses and had not yet changed from a quiet country gentleman into a knight-errant), "who has brought your worship to this pass?" But to all questions the other only went on with his ballad.

TIM-ELVIS' OBSERVATIONS ABOUT PARAGRAPH 7:
The peasant is pretty blown away at the crap Don Quixote is saying. He leans down and pulls off his cardboard visor (that didn't do to well when the Don was getting beat up). The peasant recognizes the Don as his neighbor and calls out his real name -- Senor Quixad (which I am still convinced is a variety of Spanish cheese). Then he asks the Don what happened. But the addled twit keeps reciting the poem.

Seeing this, the good man removed as well as he could his breastplate and backpiece to see if he had any wound, but he could perceive no blood nor any mark whatever. He then contrived to raise him from the ground, and with no little difficulty hoisted him upon his ass, which seemed to him to be the easiest mount for him; and collecting the arms, even to the splinters of the lance, he tied them on Rocinante, and leading him by the bridle and the ass by the halter he took the road for the village, very sad to hear what absurd stuff Don Quixote was talking. Nor was Don Quixote less so, for what with blows and bruises he could not sit upright on the ass, and from time to time he sent up sighs to heaven, so that once more he drove the peasant to ask what ailed him. And it could have been only the devil himself that put into his head tales to match his own adventures, for now, forgetting Baldwin, he bethought himself of the Moor Abindarraez, when the Alcaide of Antequera, Rodrigo de Narvaez, took him prisoner and carried him away to his castle; so that when the peasant again asked him how he was and what ailed him, he gave him for reply the same words and phrases that the captive Abindarraez gave to Rodrigo de Narvaez, just as he had read the story in the "Diana" of Jorge de Montemayor where it is written, applying it to his own case so aptly that the peasant went along cursing his fate that he had to listen to such a lot of nonsense; from which, however, he came to the conclusion that his neighbour was mad, and so made all haste to reach the village to escape the wearisomeness of this harangue of Don Quixote's; who, at the end of it, said, "Senor Don Rodrigo de Narvaez, your worship must know that this fair Xarifa I have mentioned is now the lovely Dulcinea del Toboso, for whom I have done, am doing, and will do the most famous deeds of chivalry that in this world have been seen, are to be seen, or ever shall be seen."

TIM-ELVIS' OBSERVATIONS ABOUT PARAGRAPH 8:
Just when I thought we were getting over the long paragraphs, Cervantes throws in a zinger. Sneaky bastard. Anyway, the peasant ends up stripping Don Quixote of his armor to see if he is wounded. He doesn't find any so he struggles to get Don Quixote up off the ground and onto his ass (the peasant's burro, not Don Quixote's butt...though this part did throw me a bit). The peasant gathers all of Don Quixote's crap, including his broken lance and packs it onto his horse and then leads the ass and the horse towards his village. Don Quixote really starts rambling at this point and the peasant right comes to the conclusion that the Don isn't playing with a full deck. So he speeds up so he can get to the village and get rid of the nutjob. Finally Don Quixote confesses that he is doing all of this for the object of his affections, Dulcinea.

I'm exhausted. Let's hope tomorrow's paragraphs are shorter and more interesting (though the whole ass thing had me going for awhile).