The Adventure of the WindmillsThe most celebrated, if not the most amusing of Don Quixote’s adventures is certainly that of the windmills. Indeed “tilting at windmills” has passed into a proverb. The dismal Don and his squire had entered a certain plain where stood thirty or forty windmills, and as soon as the knight espied them he cried: “Fortune directs our affairs better than we ourselves could have wished. See, Sancho, there are at least thirty outrageous giants whom I intend to encounter, and with whose spoils we shall enrich ourselves.”“What giants?” quoth Sancho Panza.“Those whom thou seest yonder,” answered Don Quixote, “with their long, extended arms.”“By your leave, sir,” said the squire, “those things yonder are no giants, but windmills.”“Alas, Sancho,” said Don Quixote, “thou art but little acquainted with adventures. I tell thee they are giants, and therefore if thou art afraid, turn aside and say thy prayers, for I am resolved to engage in an unequal combat against them all.” Without another word he clapped spurs to his horse, crying out: “Stand your ground, ignoble creatures, and fly not basely from a single knight who dares encounter you all!” At that moment the wind rose and the mill-sails began to move, at which the Don cried aloud: “Base miscreants! though you move more arms than the giant Briareus, you shall pay for your arrogance.” Then, devoutly recommending himself to his lady, he bore down upon the first windmill, and running his lance into the sail,transfixed it. The sail, however, continued to rise, drawing up both knight and horse along with it, until at last the lance broke into shivers and Rozinante and his master fell a good distance to the ground.Sancho Panza at once ran up to the dismounted knight, who seemed to have fared badly. “Alas, your worship,” he cried, “did not I tell you they were windmills, and that nobody could think otherwise unless he had windmills in his head.”“Peace!” replied Don Quixote, who had been badly shaken by the fall. “I am verily persuaded that the cursed necromancer Freston, who continues to persecute me, has transformed these giants into windmills. But, mark you, in the end all his pernicious wiles and stratagems shall prove ineffectual against the prevailing edge of my sword.”
The Adventure of the WindmillsThe most celebrated, if not the most amusing of Don Quixote’s adventures is certainly that of the windmills. Indeed “tilting at windmills” has passed into a proverb. The dismal Don and his squire had entered a certain plain where stood thirty or forty windmills, and as soon as the knight espied them he cried: “Fortune directs our affairs better than we ourselves could have wished. See, Sancho, there are at least thirty outrageous giants whom I intend to encounter, and with whose spoils we shall enrich ourselves.”“What giants?” quoth Sancho Panza.“Those whom thou seest yonder,” answered Don Quixote, “with their long, extended arms.”“By your leave, sir,” said the squire, “those things yonder are no giants, but windmills.”“Alas, Sancho,” said Don Quixote, “thou art but little acquainted with adventures. I tell thee they are giants, and therefore if thou art afraid, turn aside and say thy prayers, for I am resolved to engage in an unequal combat against them all.” Without another word he clapped spurs to his horse, crying out: “Stand your ground, ignoble creatures, and fly not basely from a single knight who dares encounter you all!” At that moment the wind rose and the mill-sails began to move, at which the Don cried aloud: “Base miscreants! though you move more arms than the giant Briareus, you shall pay for your arrogance.” Then, devoutly recommending himself to his lady, he bore down upon the first windmill, and running his lance into the sail,transfixed it. The sail, however, continued to rise, drawing up both knight and horse along with it, until at last the lance broke into shivers and Rozinante and his master fell a good distance to the ground.Sancho Panza at once ran up to the dismounted knight, who seemed to have fared badly. “Alas, your worship,” he cried, “did not I tell you they were windmills, and that nobody could think otherwise unless he had windmills in his head.”“Peace!” replied Don Quixote, who had been badly shaken by the fall. “I am verily persuaded that the cursed necromancer Freston, who continues to persecute me, has transformed these giants into windmills. But, mark you, in the end all his pernicious wiles and stratagems shall prove ineffectual against the prevailing edge of my sword.”
The Adventure of the WindmillsThe most celebrated, if not the most amusing of Don Quixote’s adventures is certainly that of the windmills. Indeed “tilting at windmills” has passed into a proverb. The dismal Don and his squire had entered a certain plain where stood thirty or forty windmills, and as soon as the knight espied them he cried: “Fortune directs our affairs better than we ourselves could have wished. See, Sancho, there are at least thirty outrageous giants whom I intend to encounter, and with whose spoils we shall enrich ourselves.”“What giants?” quoth Sancho Panza.“Those whom thou seest yonder,” answered Don Quixote, “with their long, extended arms.”“By your leave, sir,” said the squire, “those things yonder are no giants, but windmills.”“Alas, Sancho,” said Don Quixote, “thou art but little acquainted with adventures. I tell thee they are giants, and therefore if thou art afraid, turn aside and say thy prayers, for I am resolved to engage in an unequal combat against them all.” Without another word he clapped spurs to his horse, crying out: “Stand your ground, ignoble creatures, and fly not basely from a single knight who dares encounter you all!” At that moment the wind rose and the mill-sails began to move, at which the Don cried aloud: “Base miscreants! though you move more arms than the giant Briareus, you shall pay for your arrogance.” Then, devoutly recommending himself to his lady, he bore down upon the first windmill, and running his lance into the sail,transfixed it. The sail, however, continued to rise, drawing up both knight and horse along with it, until at last the lance broke into shivers and Rozinante and his master fell a good distance to the ground.Sancho Panza at once ran up to the dismounted knight, who seemed to have fared badly. “Alas, your worship,” he cried, “did not I tell you they were windmills, and that nobody could think otherwise unless he had windmills in his head.”“Peace!” replied Don Quixote, who had been badly shaken by the fall. “I am verily persuaded that the cursed necromancer Freston, who continues to persecute me, has transformed these giants into windmills. But, mark you, in the end all his pernicious wiles and stratagems shall prove ineffectual against the prevailing edge of my sword.”
The Adventure of the WindmillsThe most celebrated, if not the most amusing of Don Quixote’s adventures is certainly that of the windmills. Indeed “tilting at windmills” has passed into a proverb. The dismal Don and his squire had entered a certain plain where stood thirty or forty windmills, and as soon as the knight espied them he cried: “Fortune directs our affairs better than we ourselves could have wished. See, Sancho, there are at least thirty outrageous giants whom I intend to encounter, and with whose spoils we shall enrich ourselves.”“What giants?” quoth Sancho Panza.“Those whom thou seest yonder,” answered Don Quixote, “with their long, extended arms.”“By your leave, sir,” said the squire, “those things yonder are no giants, but windmills.”“Alas, Sancho,” said Don Quixote, “thou art but little acquainted with adventures. I tell thee they are giants, and therefore if thou art afraid, turn aside and say thy prayers, for I am resolved to engage in an unequal combat against them all.” Without another word he clapped spurs to his horse, crying out: “Stand your ground, ignoble creatures, and fly not basely from a single knight who dares encounter you all!” At that moment the wind rose and the mill-sails began to move, at which the Don cried aloud: “Base miscreants! though you move more arms than the giant Briareus, you shall pay for your arrogance.” Then, devoutly recommending himself to his lady, he bore down upon the first windmill, and running his lance into the sail,transfixed it. The sail, however, continued to rise, drawing up both knight and horse along with it, until at last the lance broke into shivers and Rozinante and his master fell a good distance to the ground.Sancho Panza at once ran up to the dismounted knight, who seemed to have fared badly. “Alas, your worship,” he cried, “did not I tell you they were windmills, and that nobody could think otherwise unless he had windmills in his head.”“Peace!” replied Don Quixote, who had been badly shaken by the fall. “I am verily persuaded that the cursed necromancer Freston, who continues to persecute me, has transformed these giants into windmills. But, mark you, in the end all his pernicious wiles and stratagems shall prove ineffectual against the prevailing edge of my sword.”
The Adventure of the Windmills
The most celebrated, if not the most amusing of Don Quixote’s adventures is certainly that of the windmills. Indeed “tilting at windmills” has passed into a proverb. The dismal Don and his squire had entered a certain plain where stood thirty or forty windmills, and as soon as the knight espied them he cried: “Fortune directs our affairs better than we ourselves could have wished. See, Sancho, there are at least thirty outrageous giants whom I intend to encounter, and with whose spoils we shall enrich ourselves.”“What giants?” quoth Sancho Panza.“Those whom thou seest yonder,” answered Don Quixote, “with their long, extended arms.”“By your leave, sir,” said the squire, “those things yonder are no giants, but windmills.”“Alas, Sancho,” said Don Quixote, “thou art but little acquainted with adventures. I tell thee they are giants, and therefore if thou art afraid, turn aside and say thy prayers, for I am resolved to engage in an unequal combat against them all.” Without another word he clapped spurs to his horse, crying out: “Stand your ground, ignoble creatures, and fly not basely from a single knight who dares encounter you all!” At that moment the wind rose and the mill-sails began to move, at which the Don cried aloud: “Base miscreants! though you move more arms than the giant Briareus, you shall pay for your arrogance.” Then, devoutly recommending himself to his lady, he bore down upon the first windmill, and running his lance into the sail,transfixed it. The sail, however, continued to rise, drawing up both knight and horse along with it, until at last the lance broke into shivers and Rozinante and his master fell a good distance to the ground.Sancho Panza at once ran up to the dismounted knight, who seemed to have fared badly. “Alas, your worship,” he cried, “did not I tell you they were windmills, and that nobody could think otherwise unless he had windmills in his head.”“Peace!” replied Don Quixote, who had been badly shaken by the fall. “I am verily persuaded that the cursed necromancer Freston, who continues to persecute me, has transformed these giants into windmills. But, mark you, in the end all his pernicious wiles and stratagems shall prove ineffectual against the prevailing edge of my sword.”
The most celebrated, if not the most amusing of Don Quixote’s adventures is certainly that of the windmills. Indeed “tilting at windmills” has passed into a proverb. The dismal Don and his squire had entered a certain plain where stood thirty or forty windmills, and as soon as the knight espied them he cried: “Fortune directs our affairs better than we ourselves could have wished. See, Sancho, there are at least thirty outrageous giants whom I intend to encounter, and with whose spoils we shall enrich ourselves.”
“What giants?” quoth Sancho Panza.
“Those whom thou seest yonder,” answered Don Quixote, “with their long, extended arms.”
“By your leave, sir,” said the squire, “those things yonder are no giants, but windmills.”
“Alas, Sancho,” said Don Quixote, “thou art but little acquainted with adventures. I tell thee they are giants, and therefore if thou art afraid, turn aside and say thy prayers, for I am resolved to engage in an unequal combat against them all.” Without another word he clapped spurs to his horse, crying out: “Stand your ground, ignoble creatures, and fly not basely from a single knight who dares encounter you all!” At that moment the wind rose and the mill-sails began to move, at which the Don cried aloud: “Base miscreants! though you move more arms than the giant Briareus, you shall pay for your arrogance.” Then, devoutly recommending himself to his lady, he bore down upon the first windmill, and running his lance into the sail,transfixed it. The sail, however, continued to rise, drawing up both knight and horse along with it, until at last the lance broke into shivers and Rozinante and his master fell a good distance to the ground.
Sancho Panza at once ran up to the dismounted knight, who seemed to have fared badly. “Alas, your worship,” he cried, “did not I tell you they were windmills, and that nobody could think otherwise unless he had windmills in his head.”
“Peace!” replied Don Quixote, who had been badly shaken by the fall. “I am verily persuaded that the cursed necromancer Freston, who continues to persecute me, has transformed these giants into windmills. But, mark you, in the end all his pernicious wiles and stratagems shall prove ineffectual against the prevailing edge of my sword.”