THE LIFE AND ACHEVEMENTS OF

DON QUIXOTE DE LA MANCHA

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from CHAPTER 1. DON QUIXOTE AND HOW HE LIVD

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In a vilage in La Mancha in Spain, of which I cannot remember the name, ther livd not long ago one of thoze òld-fasiond jentlmen, who ar never without a lanse upon a stand, an òld shield, a thin hors and a grayhound. He ate beef mor than muton; and, with minsd meat on mòst nights, lentils on Fridays, and a pijon on Sundays, he consùmed three-quorters of his income. The rest was spent on a plush coat, velvet briches with velvet sliprs, for holidays ; and a sute of the best homespun cloth, which he gave himself for wurking-days. His family was a houskeeper something over forty, a nese not twenty, and a man that servd in the hous and in the fèld. The master himself was nearly fifty years òld, with a helthy and strong complexion, lean-bodyd and thin-fased, an erly rizer, and a luvr of hunting. Some say his surname was Quixada, ie. 'lantern-jaws', tho this dus not matr much to us, as long as we keep strictly to the trùth in every point of this history.

When our jentlman had nothing to du (which was almost all the year round), he pasd his time reading books about nite-errantry, which he did with such delight,that at last he left off his cuntry sports, and even the cair of his estate. He grew so strànjly enamord of theze amuzements that he sòld land to purchas even mor books, Nothing plezed him mor than the wurks of the fàmus Feliciano de Sylva; for his briliant proze, and intricat expressions seemd to him so meny perls, espesialy the luv-speeches and chalenjes. Meny wer in an extraordinry stile,
"The sublime hevens, which with yur divinity divinely fortifì u with the stars, and fix u the desurver of the desurt that is desurvd bì yur grandùr."

Rapsodys like this strànjly puzld the poor jentlman's understanding. He rakd his brain to unravel thair meaning, which Aristotl himself could never hav found, tho he wer raizd from the ded to du so. The Knight oftn dezired to put pen to paper,and finish the unfinishabl book himself, but he had mor important plans.

He oftn argùd with the priest of the parish, who had a ùniversity degree, about which was the betr nite, Palmerin of England, or Amadis of Gaul. Master Nicholas, the barber in the toun, would say that non of them compaird with the Knight of the Sun, exept Amadis' brother, who was just as brave, but not so fusy, nor such a whirling luvr.

The Nite red romanses at night until it was day, and then he would read all day until it was night; and so a wurld of extraordinary notions, pikd out of his books, crouded into his imajination. His hed was ful of enchantments, quorrels, batls, chalenjes, wùnds, Iuv-pasajes, torments, and abundans of absurd imposibilitys - so that all the fàbls and fantasticl tales which he red seemd to him as tru as the mòst authentic history. He would say that the Spanish hero,Cid Ruydiaz was a very brave Knight, but not wurthy to stand in competition with the Knight of the Burning-Sord, who, with a singl bak-stroke, had cut 2 fèrs and mighty jìants in 2. He liked èven betr Bernardo Carpio, who deprived of life the enchanted Orlando, bì lifting him off the ground, and chòking him in the air, as Hercules did Antacus, the son of the Erth. As for the jìant Morgante, he always spoke very sivily about him; for among that monstrus brood, who wer intolerably proud and insolent, he alone behaved like a sivil and wel-bred person. And he so hated that trater Galalon, that for the plezùr of kiking him hard, he would hav givn up his houskeeper, and his nese into the bargin.

Having so confùsed his understanding, he unlukily stumbld upon the odest fansy that ever enterd into a madman's brain. He thaut that for the sake of onor and serving the public, he should turn nite-errant, to roam thru the wurld, armd hed to tò, mounted on his steed, in quest of adventùrs. Bì imitàting thoze Knights-errant he red about, and folòing thair way of life, redressing grievanses, and expòsing himself to dànjer on all ocàzions, at last he might hav everlasting onor and renoun.

The first thing he did was to scrub a suit of armor that had belongd to his gràt Grandfather, and lain longr than enyone could remember, cairlesly rusting in a corner. But insted of a complete helmet, ther was ònly a singl hedpese. So with some pàstbord he made a kìnd of vìzer to cuvr his fase. Then to fìnd out if it was cutlas-proof, he drew his sord and trìd its edj upon the pàstbord vìzer. At the very first stroke he unlukily undid in a mòment what he had taken a hòl week to du.

So he re-made it, and fensd it with thin plates of ìon, fixd on the inside. So, without eny mor experiment, he resolvd that it should pas for a ful sufisiant helmet. Next he went to vew his hors, hùz bones stuk out at all corners. However, his master thaut that nìther Alexander's hors Bucephalus, nor the Cid's Babieca, could be compaird with him. He was 4 days considering what name to giv him ; for, as he argùd with himself, a hors to be ridn bì so famus a nite as himself, should hav a spesial name, so, after meny names which he devized, rejected, chànjd, liked, disliked, and desided upon again, he concluded to caul it Rozinante.

Having given his hors a name, he next thaut of choozing one for himself; and having seriusly thaut for 8 ful days mor, at last he desìded to caul himself Don Quixote.

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In a vilaj in La Mancha in Spain, of which I cannot remember the name, ther livd not long ago one of thoze òld-fasiond jentlmen, who ar never without a lanse upon a stand, an òld shield, a thin hors and a grayhound. He ate beef mor than muton; and, with minsd meat on mòst nights, lentils on Fridays, and a pijon on Sundays, he consùmed three-quorters of his income. The rest was spent on a plush coat, velvet briches with velvet sliprs, for holidays ; and a sute of the best homespun cloth, which he gave himself for wurking-days. His family was a houskeeper something over forty, a nese not twenty, and a man that servd in the hous and in the fèld. The master himself was nearly fifty years òld, with a helthy and strong complexion, lean-bodyd and thin-fased, an erly rizer, and a luvr of hunting. Some say his surname was Quixada, ie. 'lantern-jaws', tho this dus not matr much to us, as long as we keep strictly to the trùth in every point of this history.

When our jentlman had nothing to du (which was almost all the year round), he pasd his time reading books about nite-errantry, which he did with such delight,that at last he left off his cuntry sports, and even the cair of his estate. He grew so strànjly enamord of theze amuzements that he sòld land to purchas even mor books, Nothing plezed him mor than the wurks of the fàmus Feliciano de Sylva; for his briliant proze, and intricat expressions seemd to him so meny perls, espesialy the luv-speeches and chalenjes. Meny wer in an extraordinry stile,
"The sublime hevens, which with yur divinity divinely fortifì u with the stars, and fix u the desurver of the desurt that is desurvd bì yur grandùr."

Rapsodys like this strànjly puzld the poor jentlman's understanding. He rakd his brain to unravel thair meaning, which Aristotl himself could never hav found, tho he wer raizd from the ded to du so. The Knight oftn dezired to put pen to paper,and finish the unfinishabl book himself, but he had mor important plans.

He oftn argùd with the priest of the parish, who had a ùniversity degree, about which was the betr nite, Palmerin of England, or Amadis of Gaul. Master Nicholas, the barber in the toun, would say that non of them compaird with the Knight of the Sun, exept Amadis' brother, who was just as brave, but not so fusy, nor such a whirling luvr.

The Nite red romanses at night until it was day, and then he would read all day until it was night; and so a wurld of extraordinary notions, pikd out of his books, crouded into his imajination. His hed was ful of enchantments, quorrels, batls, chalenjes, wùnds, Iuv-pasajes, torments, and abundans of absurd imposibilitys - so that all the fàbls and fantasticl tales which he red seemd to him as tru as the mòst authentic history. He would say that the Spanish hero,Cid Ruydiaz was a very brave Knight, but not wurthy to stand in competition with the Knight of the Burning-Sord, who, with a singl bak-stroke, had cut 2 fèrs and mighty jìants in 2. He liked èven betr Bernardo Carpio, who deprived of life the enchanted Orlando, bì lifting him off the ground, and chòking him in the air, as Hercules did Antacus, the son of the Erth. As for the jìant Morgante, he always spoke very sivily about him; for among that monstrus brood, who wer intolerably proud and insolent, he alone behaved like a sivil and wel-bred person. And he so hated that trater Galalon, that for the plezùr of kiking him hard, he would hav givn up his houskeeper, and his nese into the bargin.

Having so confùsed his understanding, he unlukily stumbld upon the odest fansy that ever enterd into a madman's brain. He thaut that for the sake of onor and serving the public, he should turn nite-errant, to roam thru the wurld, armd hed to tò, mounted on his steed, in quest of adventùrs. Bì imitàting thoze Knights-errant he red about, and folòing thair way of life, redressing grievanses, and expòsing himself to dànjer on all ocàzions, at last he might hav everlasting onor and renoun.

The first thing he did was to scrub a suit of armor that had belongd to his gràt Grandfather, and lain longr than enyone could remember, cairlesly rusting in a corner. But insted of a complete helmet, ther was ònly a singl hedpese. So with some pàstbord he made a kìnd of vìzer to cuvr his fase. Then to fìnd out if it was cutlas-proof, he drew his sord and trìd its edj upon the pàstbord vìzer. At the very first stroke he unlukily undid in a mòment what he had taken a hòl week to du.

So he re-made it, and fensd it with thin plates of ìon, fixd on the inside. So, without eny mor experiment, he resolvd that it should pas for a ful sufisiant helmet. Next he went to vew his hors, hùz bones stuk out at all corners. However, his master thaut that nìther Alexander's hors Bucephalus, nor the Cid's Babieca, could be compaird with him. He was 4 days considering what name to giv him ; for, as he argùd with himself, a hors to be ridn bì so famus a nite as himself, should hav a spesial name, so, after meny names which he devized, rejected, chànjd, liked, disliked, and desided upon again, he concluded to caul it Rozinante.

Having given his hors a name, he next thaut of choozing one for himself; and having seriusly thaut for 8 ful days mor, at last he desìded to caul himself Don Quixote.