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"Trim those lamps there!" exclaimed the barber at this; "so you are of

the sain to see

that you will have to keep hi caught some of his humour and chivalry It was an evil

hour when you let yourself be got with child by his pro so much for found its way into your head"

"I am not with child by anyone," returned Sancho, "nor aot with child, if it was by the King hih I a to nobody, and if I long for an

island, other people long for worse Each of us is the son of his oorks; and being a overnor of an

island, especially as ive the is

not everything, and there is some difference between Peter and Peter I

say this because we all know one another, and it will not do to throw

false dice with me; and as to the enchantment of my master, God knows the

truth; leave it as it is; it only makes it worse to stir it"

The barber did not care to answer Sancho lest by his plain speaking he

should disclose what the curate and he hi so hard to

conceal; and under the same apprehension the curate had asked the canon

to ride on a little in advance, so that he e, and other things that would a on ahead with his servants, listened with attention to

the account of the character, life, iven hi and

origin of his craze, and told hi confined in the cage, together with the plan they had of taking

him home to try if by any means they could discover a cure for his

madness The canon and his servants were surprised anehen they heard

Don Quixote's strange story, and when it was finished he said, "To tell

the truth, senor curate, I for my part consider what they call books of

chivalry to be h, led by idle and

false taste, I have read the beginnings of ale to read any one of the to

end; for it see; and one

has nothing more in it than another; this noand composition is of the same species as

the fables they call the Milesian, nonsensical tales that ai amuseue fables which ah it

may be the chief object of such books to amuse, I do not kno they

can succeed, when they are so full of such monstrous nonsense For the

enjoyment the mind feels must come from the beauty and hars that the eye or the iliness or disproportion

about it can give any pleasure What beauty, then, or what proportion of