"Pray, look better, sir... those things yonder are no giants, but windmills."
"Here lies a gentleman bold Who was so very brave He went to lengths untold, And on the brink of the grave Death had on him no hold. By the world he set small store-- He frightened it to the core-- Yet somehow, by Fate's plan, Though he'd lived a crazy man, When he died he was sane once more."
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Source: Miguel De Cervantes Saavedra (1976). “The Portable Cervantes”, p.427, Penguin
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