There lived in Spain toward the end of the 16th Century a certain Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, soldier of fortune retired to devote himself to literature, who, weary of the frothy, extravagant romances that had so long been the vogue in Spain, set himself to mock his scribbling brothers with a tale more fantastic than any that had been written. A great satirist, Cervantes—a greater poet. He took for his hero a knight as mad as the northwind, put him through incredible paces, made him withal so...
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