The
Man of La Mancha reads a lot of books about
chivalry and takes to heart the fictionalized and exaggerated accounts of knights in these books. In a fit of madness, he adopts the name "Don Quixote" for himself, renames his skinny old horse
Rocinante, recruits his illiterate yet pragmatic neighbor
Sancho Panza as his squire, and sets out in search of adventures... A
must read story!
We all are
quixotic to varying degrees; We regularly pursue unattainable ideals and often end up in absurd situations. Once in a while we even find ourselves
tilting at windmills, but more often than not, we never become aware of our own
metadrama. Living is a serious matter, but we can not take ourselves too seriously. I
say, let's
sanchify the Don Quixote's,
quixotize the Sancho's, and fuck the windmills!