"Pray, look better, sir... those things yonder are no giants, but windmills."
"Oh Senor" said the niece. "Your grace should send them to be burned (books), just like all the rest, because it's very likely that my dear uncle, having been cured of the chivalric disease, will read these and want to become a shepherd and wander through the woods and meadows singing and playing and, what would be even worse, become a poet, and that, they say, is an incurable and contagious disease."
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Source: Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra (2013). “Don Quixote of La Mancha (Full Text)/ Introductory analysis and literary poem by Atidem Aroha.”, p.437, Alejandro's Libros
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