"Pray, look better, sir... those things yonder are no giants, but windmills."
"'Tis the maddest trick a man can ever play in his whole life, to let his breath sneak out of his body without any more ado, and without so much as a rap o'er the pate, or a kick of the guts; to go out like the snuff of a farthing candle, and die merely of the mulligrubs, or the sullens."
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Source: Miguel De Cervantes (1930). “Don Quixote”
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