(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)

Monday, February 11, 2008

Don Quixote - pg. 172

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.

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