The donkey and Rocinante, Sancho and Don Quixote, were left alone; the donkey, pensive with bowed head, twitching his ears from time to time, thinking that the tempest of stones had not yet ended and was still falling around his ears; Rocinante, lying beside his master, for he too had fallen to the ground in the shower of stones; Sancho, in his shirt-sleeves and afraid of the Holy Brotherhood; Don Quixote, grief-stricken at seeing himself so injured by the very people for whom he had done so much good.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Monday, February 11, 2008
Don Quixote - pg. 172
Labels: Miguel De Cervantes
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