Stories from Don Quixote (1908) (14779248914)

Identifier: storiesfromdonqu00cerv (find matches)
Title: Stories from Don Quixote
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Cervantes Saavedra, Miguel de, 1547-1616 Havell, H. L. (Herbert Lord), d. 1913
Subjects: Don Quixote (Fictitious character)
Publisher: New York, T.Y. Crowell & company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress



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enty of firein the stove. What ? cried the landlord, burn myFelixmarte? You should burn my own son first, if Ihad one. If you want to burn any of them, here is the Life of Don Diego Garcia —you may burn that, andwelcome. It is well you have said so, observed the priest; u weneed nothing more to show the pernicious influence ofthese Books of Chivalry. This book, which you hold socheap, is a modest and sober narrative of the deeds of aSpanish hero, written by the hand which wrought them.Don Diego was a second Samson, of strength so pro-digious that he could stop a mill-wheel with one finger,and so valiant that he held a bridge single-handed againsta whole army. This volume, I say, is a record of truemanhood; and you rate it as nothing, compared withthat windy trash, bred in the empty pate of a crazyromancer. Tell that to my grandmother ! cried the landlord,with great contempt. a Mill-wheel, indeed ! A fine coil 1 The favourite reading of Dr Johnson : see Boswell, under date 1709-1727.
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Don Quixote and the Wine-skins Further Adventures at the Inn 111 about nothing ! Why, this is mere childs play to whatFelixmarte did, when he sliced in half five giants with onestroke of his sword, or when by the valour of his singlearm he routed an army of sixteen hundred thousand men.A fig for your Don Garcias, and swaggering captains ! III The priest was still disputing with the landlord, andtrying to persuade him that the stories which he admiredso much were a mere mass of lies and absurdities, whentheir debate was cut short by the sudden entrance ofSancho Panza, who burst into the room, bawling at thetop of his voice : A rescue, gentlemen ! bring a rescueto my master, who is hard beset by the foes of thePrincess Micomicona, a whole mob of giants. I saw himjust now shave the head off of one of them, close to hisshoulders, as clean as a turnip. The floor is runningwith his blood, and there lies his head, just like a bigwine-skin. May I be hanged, shouted the landlord, if themadman