{"id":307,"date":"2019-12-01T16:45:26","date_gmt":"2019-12-01T16:45:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.publiconsulting.com\/wordpress\/donquixoteoflamancha\/chapter\/second-part-chapter-lxxi-2\/"},"modified":"2020-04-02T19:26:03","modified_gmt":"2020-04-02T19:26:03","slug":"second-part-chapter-lxxi","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/www.publiconsulting.com\/wordpress\/donquixoteoflamancha\/chapter\/second-part-chapter-lxxi\/","title":{"rendered":"Second Part. Chapter LXXI"},"content":{"raw":"CHAPTER LXXI<\/a>\r\n
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What befell Don Quixote and his squire, Sancho, as they were traveling to their village<\/span><\/h2>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n

The vanquished and exhausted Don Quixote was extremely melancholy on the one hand and very happy on the other. His sadness was caused by his defeat and his happiness by his consideration of Sancho\u2019s virtue and how it had been demonstrated in the resurrection of Altisidora, even though he had felt certain reservations when he persuaded himself that the enamored maiden had in fact been dead. Sancho was not at all happy, because it made him sad to see that Altisidora had not kept her promise to give him the chemises, and going back and forth over this, he said to his master:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cThe truth is, Se\u00f1or, that I\u2019m the most unfortunate doctor one could find anywhere in the world, where a physician can kill the sick person he\u2019s treating and wants to be paid for his work, which is nothing but signing a piece of paper for some medicines that are made not by him but by the apothecary, and that\u2019s the whole swindle; but when other people\u2019s well-being costs me drops of blood, slaps, pinches, pinpricks, and lashes, they don\u2019t give me an ardite<\/span>. Well, I swear that if they bring me another patient, before I cure anybody they\u2019ll have to grease my palm, because if the abbot sings he eats his supper, and I don\u2019t want to believe that heaven gave me this virtue to use for others at no charge.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cYou are right, Sancho my friend,\u201d responded Don Quixote, \u201cand it was very wrong of Altisidora not to give you the chemises she promised, although your virtue is gratis data<\/span> 653<\/a><\/span><\/sup> and has not cost you any study at all, for suffering torments on your person is more than study. As for me, I can tell <\/a>you that if you wanted payment for the lashes of Dulcinea\u2019s disenchantment, I should have given it to you gladly, but I do not know if payment would suit the cure, and I would not want rewards to interfere with the treatment. Even so, it seems to me that nothing would be lost if we tried it: decide, Sancho, how much you want, and then flog yourself and pay yourself in cash and by your own hand, for you are carrying my money.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

At this offer Sancho opened his eyes and ears at least a span and consented in his heart to flog himself willingly, and he said to his master:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cWell now, Se\u00f1or, I\u2019m getting ready to do what your grace desires, and to make a little profit, too, because the love I have for my children and my wife makes me seem greedy. Tell me, your grace: how much will you pay me for each lash I give myself?\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cIf I were to pay you, Sancho,\u201d responded Don Quixote, \u201caccording to what the greatness and nobility of this remedy deserve, the treasure of Venice and the mines of Potos\u00ed would not be enough; estimate how much of my money you are carrying, and then set a price for each lash.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cThe lashes,\u201d responded Sancho, \u201camount to three thousand, three hundred, and a few; of those I\u2019ve given myself five: that leaves the rest; let the five count as those few, and we come to the three thousand and three hundred, which at a cuartillo<\/span> each, and I won\u2019t do it for less even if the whole world ordered me to, comes to three thousand and three hundred cuartillos,<\/span> and that three thousand comes to fifteen hundred half-reales,<\/span> and that\u2019s seven hundred fifty reales;<\/span> and the three hundred comes to one hundred fifty half-reales,<\/span> which is seventy-five reales,<\/span> and add that to the seven hundred fifty, it comes to a total of eight hundred twenty-five reales.<\/span> I\u2019ll take that out of your grace\u2019s money, and I\u2019ll walk into my house a rich and happy man, though badly whipped; because trout aren\u2019t caught\u2026,654<\/a><\/span><\/sup> and that\u2019s all I\u2019ll say.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cO blessed Sancho! O kind and courteous Sancho!\u201d responded Don Quixote. \u201cDulcinea and I shall be obliged to serve you for all the days of life that heaven grants us! If she returns to the state that was lost, and it is impossible that she will not, her misfortune will have been fortune, and my defeat a glorious triumph. Decide, Sancho, when you want to begin the flogging; if you do it soon, I shall add another hundred reales.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u201cWhen?\u201d replied Sancho. \u201cTonight, without fail. Your grace should <\/a>arrange for us to spend it in the countryside, out of doors, and I\u2019ll lay open my flesh.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Night fell, anticipated by Don Quixote with the deepest longing in the world, for it seemed to him that the wheels on Apollo\u2019s carriage655<\/a><\/span><\/sup> had broken and that the day lasted longer than usual, which is what lovers generally feel, for they can never account for their desire. At last they entered a pleasant wood a short distance from the road, and leaving Rocinante\u2019s saddle and the gray\u2019s packsaddle unoccupied, they lay on the green grass and ate their supper from Sancho\u2019s provisions; then, making a powerful and flexible whip from the donkey\u2019s halter and headstall, Sancho withdrew some twenty paces from his master into a stand of beeches. Don Quixote, who saw him go with boldness and spirit, said:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cBe careful, my friend, not to tear yourself to pieces; pause between lashes; do not try to race so quickly that you lose your breath in the middle of the course; I mean, you should not hit yourself so hard that you lose your life before you reach the desired number. And to keep you from losing by a card too many or too few, I shall stand to one side and count the lashes you administer on my rosary. May heaven favor you as your good intentions deserve.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cA man who pays his debts doesn\u2019t care about guaranties,\u201d responded Sancho. \u201cI plan to lash myself so that it hurts but doesn\u2019t kill me: that must be the point of this miracle.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Then he stripped down to his waist, and seizing the whip he had fashioned, he began to flog himself, and Don Quixote began to count the lashes.<\/p>\r\n

Sancho must have given himself six or eight lashes when the joke began to seem onerous and the price very low, and he stopped for a while and said to his master that he withdrew from the contract because each of those lashes should be worth a half-real,<\/span> not a cuartillo.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u201cContinue, Sancho my friend, and do not lose heart,\u201d said Don Quixote, \u201cfor I shall double the stakes on the price.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cIn that case,\u201d said Sancho, \u201clet it be in God\u2019s hands, and rain down the lashes!\u201d<\/p>\r\n

But the crafty scoundrel stopped lashing his back and began to whip the trees, from time to time heaving sighs that seemed to be torn from his heart. Don Quixote\u2019s was tender, and fearing that Sancho might end <\/a>his life and because of that imprudence not achieve the knight\u2019s desire, he said:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cOn your life, friend, let the matter stop here, for this remedy seems very harsh to me, and it would be a good idea to take more time: Zamora was not won in an hour. You have given yourself more than a thousand lashes, if I have counted correctly: that is enough for now, for the donkey, speaking coarsely, will endure the load, but not an extra load.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cNo, no, Se\u00f1or,\u201d responded Sancho, \u201clet no one say of me: \u2018Money was paid and his arms grew weak.\u2019 Your grace should move a little farther away, and let me give myself another thousand lashes at least: two more rounds of these and we\u2019ll finish the game and even have something left over.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cSince you are so well-disposed,\u201d said Don Quixote, \u201cthen may heaven help you; go on with your whipping, and I shall move away.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Sancho returned to his task with so much enthusiasm that he had soon stripped the bark from a number of trees, such was the rigor with which he flogged himself; and once, raising his voice as he administered a furious blow to a beech, he said:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cHere you will die, Samson, and all those with you!\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Don Quixote immediately hurried to the sound of the doleful voice and the pitiless flogging, and seizing the twisted halter that served as a whip, he said to Sancho:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cFate must not allow, Sancho my friend, that in order to please me you lose your life, which must serve to support your wife and children: let Dulcinea wait for another occasion, and I shall keep myself within the bounds of proximate hope, waiting for you to gain new strength so that this matter may be concluded to everyone\u2019s satisfaction.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cSe\u00f1or, since that is your grace\u2019s wish, may it be for the best, and toss your cape over my shoulders because I\u2019m sweating and don\u2019t want to catch a chill: new penitents run that risk.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Don Quixote did so, and in his shirtsleeves he covered Sancho, who slept until he was awakened by the sun, and then they continued their journey, which they brought to a halt, for the time being, in a village three leagues away. They dismounted at an inn, which Don Quixote took to be an inn and not a castle with a deep moat, towers, portcullises, and drawbridges, for after he was defeated he thought with sounder judgment about everything, as will be recounted now. He was lodged in a room on the ground floor, and hanging on its walls were the kind of old painted tapestries still used in villages. On one of them was painted, very badly, the abduction of Helen, at the moment the audacious guest stole <\/a>her away from Menelaus,656<\/a><\/span><\/sup> and the other showed the history of Dido and Aeneas: she stood on a high tower and signaled with a large cloth to her fugitive guest, who fled by sea on a frigate or brigantine.<\/p>\r\n

He noted in the two histories that Helen did not go very unwillingly, for she was laughing, slyly and cunningly, but the beautiful Dido seemed to shed tears the size of walnuts, and seeing this, Don Quixote said:<\/p>\r\n

\u201cThese two ladies were extremely unfortunate because they were not born in this age, and I am the most unfortunate of men because I was not born in theirs: if I had encountered these gentlemen, Troy would not have been burned, nor Carthage destroyed, for simply by my killing Paris, so many misfortunes would have been avoided.\u201d657<\/a><\/span><\/sup><\/p>\r\n

\u201cI\u2019ll wager,\u201d said Sancho, \u201cthat before long there won\u2019t be a tavern, an inn, a hostelry, or a barbershop where the history of our deeds isn\u2019t painted. But I\u2019d like it done by the hands of a painter better than the one who did these.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cYou are right, Sancho,\u201d said Don Quixote, \u201cbecause this painter is like Orbaneja, a painter in \u00dabeda, who, when asked what he was painting, would respond: \u2018Whatever comes out.\u2019 And if he happened to be painting a rooster, he would write beneath it: \u2018This is a rooster,\u2019 so that no one would think it was a fox. And that, it seems to me, Sancho, is how the painter or writer\u2014for it amounts to the same thing\u2014must be who brought out the history of this new Don Quixote: he painted or wrote whatever came out; or he may have been like a poet who was at court some years ago, whose name was Maule\u00f3n; when asked a question, he would say the first thing that came into his head, and once when asked the meaning of Deum de Deo,<\/span> he responded: \u2018Dim down the drummer.\u2019658<\/a><\/span><\/sup> But leaving that aside, tell me, Sancho, if you intend to administer another set of lashes tonight, and if you wish it to take place under a roof or out of doors.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cBy God, Se\u00f1or,\u201d responded Sancho, \u201cconsidering how I plan to whip myself, a house would be as good as a field, but even so, I\u2019d like it to be under the trees, because they seem like companions and help me to bear this burden wonderfully well.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cIt should not be like this, Sancho my friend,\u201d responded Don <\/a>Quixote. \u201cInstead, so that you can regain your strength, we should save this for our village, where we shall arrive the day after tomorrow at the latest.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Sancho responded that he would do as his master wished but would like to conclude this matter quickly, while his blood was hot and the grindstone rough, because in delay there is often danger, and pray to God and use the hammer, and one \u201chere you are\u201d was worth more than two \u201cI\u2019ll give it to you,\u201d and a bird in hand was worth two in the bush.<\/p>\r\n

\u201cBy the one God, Sancho, no more proverbs,\u201d said Don Quixote. \u201cIt seems you are going back to sicut erat;<\/span> 659<\/a><\/span><\/sup> speak plainly, and simply, and without complications, as I have often told you, and you will see how one loaf will be the same as a hundred for you.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know why I\u2019m so unlucky,\u201d responded Sancho, \u201cthat I can\u2019t say a word without a proverb, and every proverb seems exactly right to me, but I\u2019ll change, if I can.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

And with this their conversation came to an end.<\/p>\r\n","rendered":"

CHAPTER LXXI<\/a><\/p>\n

\n

What befell Don Quixote and his squire, Sancho, as they were traveling to their village<\/span><\/h2>\n<\/div>\n

\"image\"<\/p>\n

The vanquished and exhausted Don Quixote was extremely melancholy on the one hand and very happy on the other. His sadness was caused by his defeat and his happiness by his consideration of Sancho\u2019s virtue and how it had been demonstrated in the resurrection of Altisidora, even though he had felt certain reservations when he persuaded himself that the enamored maiden had in fact been dead. Sancho was not at all happy, because it made him sad to see that Altisidora had not kept her promise to give him the chemises, and going back and forth over this, he said to his master:<\/p>\n

\u201cThe truth is, Se\u00f1or, that I\u2019m the most unfortunate doctor one could find anywhere in the world, where a physician can kill the sick person he\u2019s treating and wants to be paid for his work, which is nothing but signing a piece of paper for some medicines that are made not by him but by the apothecary, and that\u2019s the whole swindle; but when other people\u2019s well-being costs me drops of blood, slaps, pinches, pinpricks, and lashes, they don\u2019t give me an ardite<\/span>. Well, I swear that if they bring me another patient, before I cure anybody they\u2019ll have to grease my palm, because if the abbot sings he eats his supper, and I don\u2019t want to believe that heaven gave me this virtue to use for others at no charge.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are right, Sancho my friend,\u201d responded Don Quixote, \u201cand it was very wrong of Altisidora not to give you the chemises she promised, although your virtue is gratis data<\/span> 653<\/a><\/span><\/sup> and has not cost you any study at all, for suffering torments on your person is more than study. As for me, I can tell <\/a>you that if you wanted payment for the lashes of Dulcinea\u2019s disenchantment, I should have given it to you gladly, but I do not know if payment would suit the cure, and I would not want rewards to interfere with the treatment. Even so, it seems to me that nothing would be lost if we tried it: decide, Sancho, how much you want, and then flog yourself and pay yourself in cash and by your own hand, for you are carrying my money.\u201d<\/p>\n

At this offer Sancho opened his eyes and ears at least a span and consented in his heart to flog himself willingly, and he said to his master:<\/p>\n

\u201cWell now, Se\u00f1or, I\u2019m getting ready to do what your grace desires, and to make a little profit, too, because the love I have for my children and my wife makes me seem greedy. Tell me, your grace: how much will you pay me for each lash I give myself?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf I were to pay you, Sancho,\u201d responded Don Quixote, \u201caccording to what the greatness and nobility of this remedy deserve, the treasure of Venice and the mines of Potos\u00ed would not be enough; estimate how much of my money you are carrying, and then set a price for each lash.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe lashes,\u201d responded Sancho, \u201camount to three thousand, three hundred, and a few; of those I\u2019ve given myself five: that leaves the rest; let the five count as those few, and we come to the three thousand and three hundred, which at a cuartillo<\/span> each, and I won\u2019t do it for less even if the whole world ordered me to, comes to three thousand and three hundred cuartillos,<\/span> and that three thousand comes to fifteen hundred half-reales,<\/span> and that\u2019s seven hundred fifty reales;<\/span> and the three hundred comes to one hundred fifty half-reales,<\/span> which is seventy-five reales,<\/span> and add that to the seven hundred fifty, it comes to a total of eight hundred twenty-five reales.<\/span> I\u2019ll take that out of your grace\u2019s money, and I\u2019ll walk into my house a rich and happy man, though badly whipped; because trout aren\u2019t caught\u2026,654<\/a><\/span><\/sup> and that\u2019s all I\u2019ll say.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cO blessed Sancho! O kind and courteous Sancho!\u201d responded Don Quixote. \u201cDulcinea and I shall be obliged to serve you for all the days of life that heaven grants us! If she returns to the state that was lost, and it is impossible that she will not, her misfortune will have been fortune, and my defeat a glorious triumph. Decide, Sancho, when you want to begin the flogging; if you do it soon, I shall add another hundred reales.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhen?\u201d replied Sancho. \u201cTonight, without fail. Your grace should <\/a>arrange for us to spend it in the countryside, out of doors, and I\u2019ll lay open my flesh.\u201d<\/p>\n

Night fell, anticipated by Don Quixote with the deepest longing in the world, for it seemed to him that the wheels on Apollo\u2019s carriage655<\/a><\/span><\/sup> had broken and that the day lasted longer than usual, which is what lovers generally feel, for they can never account for their desire. At last they entered a pleasant wood a short distance from the road, and leaving Rocinante\u2019s saddle and the gray\u2019s packsaddle unoccupied, they lay on the green grass and ate their supper from Sancho\u2019s provisions; then, making a powerful and flexible whip from the donkey\u2019s halter and headstall, Sancho withdrew some twenty paces from his master into a stand of beeches. Don Quixote, who saw him go with boldness and spirit, said:<\/p>\n

\u201cBe careful, my friend, not to tear yourself to pieces; pause between lashes; do not try to race so quickly that you lose your breath in the middle of the course; I mean, you should not hit yourself so hard that you lose your life before you reach the desired number. And to keep you from losing by a card too many or too few, I shall stand to one side and count the lashes you administer on my rosary. May heaven favor you as your good intentions deserve.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA man who pays his debts doesn\u2019t care about guaranties,\u201d responded Sancho. \u201cI plan to lash myself so that it hurts but doesn\u2019t kill me: that must be the point of this miracle.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then he stripped down to his waist, and seizing the whip he had fashioned, he began to flog himself, and Don Quixote began to count the lashes.<\/p>\n

Sancho must have given himself six or eight lashes when the joke began to seem onerous and the price very low, and he stopped for a while and said to his master that he withdrew from the contract because each of those lashes should be worth a half-real,<\/span> not a cuartillo.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cContinue, Sancho my friend, and do not lose heart,\u201d said Don Quixote, \u201cfor I shall double the stakes on the price.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIn that case,\u201d said Sancho, \u201clet it be in God\u2019s hands, and rain down the lashes!\u201d<\/p>\n

But the crafty scoundrel stopped lashing his back and began to whip the trees, from time to time heaving sighs that seemed to be torn from his heart. Don Quixote\u2019s was tender, and fearing that Sancho might end <\/a>his life and because of that imprudence not achieve the knight\u2019s desire, he said:<\/p>\n

\u201cOn your life, friend, let the matter stop here, for this remedy seems very harsh to me, and it would be a good idea to take more time: Zamora was not won in an hour. You have given yourself more than a thousand lashes, if I have counted correctly: that is enough for now, for the donkey, speaking coarsely, will endure the load, but not an extra load.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, no, Se\u00f1or,\u201d responded Sancho, \u201clet no one say of me: \u2018Money was paid and his arms grew weak.\u2019 Your grace should move a little farther away, and let me give myself another thousand lashes at least: two more rounds of these and we\u2019ll finish the game and even have something left over.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSince you are so well-disposed,\u201d said Don Quixote, \u201cthen may heaven help you; go on with your whipping, and I shall move away.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sancho returned to his task with so much enthusiasm that he had soon stripped the bark from a number of trees, such was the rigor with which he flogged himself; and once, raising his voice as he administered a furious blow to a beech, he said:<\/p>\n

\u201cHere you will die, Samson, and all those with you!\u201d<\/p>\n

Don Quixote immediately hurried to the sound of the doleful voice and the pitiless flogging, and seizing the twisted halter that served as a whip, he said to Sancho:<\/p>\n

\u201cFate must not allow, Sancho my friend, that in order to please me you lose your life, which must serve to support your wife and children: let Dulcinea wait for another occasion, and I shall keep myself within the bounds of proximate hope, waiting for you to gain new strength so that this matter may be concluded to everyone\u2019s satisfaction.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSe\u00f1or, since that is your grace\u2019s wish, may it be for the best, and toss your cape over my shoulders because I\u2019m sweating and don\u2019t want to catch a chill: new penitents run that risk.\u201d<\/p>\n

Don Quixote did so, and in his shirtsleeves he covered Sancho, who slept until he was awakened by the sun, and then they continued their journey, which they brought to a halt, for the time being, in a village three leagues away. They dismounted at an inn, which Don Quixote took to be an inn and not a castle with a deep moat, towers, portcullises, and drawbridges, for after he was defeated he thought with sounder judgment about everything, as will be recounted now. He was lodged in a room on the ground floor, and hanging on its walls were the kind of old painted tapestries still used in villages. On one of them was painted, very badly, the abduction of Helen, at the moment the audacious guest stole <\/a>her away from Menelaus,656<\/a><\/span><\/sup> and the other showed the history of Dido and Aeneas: she stood on a high tower and signaled with a large cloth to her fugitive guest, who fled by sea on a frigate or brigantine.<\/p>\n

He noted in the two histories that Helen did not go very unwillingly, for she was laughing, slyly and cunningly, but the beautiful Dido seemed to shed tears the size of walnuts, and seeing this, Don Quixote said:<\/p>\n

\u201cThese two ladies were extremely unfortunate because they were not born in this age, and I am the most unfortunate of men because I was not born in theirs: if I had encountered these gentlemen, Troy would not have been burned, nor Carthage destroyed, for simply by my killing Paris, so many misfortunes would have been avoided.\u201d657<\/a><\/span><\/sup><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll wager,\u201d said Sancho, \u201cthat before long there won\u2019t be a tavern, an inn, a hostelry, or a barbershop where the history of our deeds isn\u2019t painted. But I\u2019d like it done by the hands of a painter better than the one who did these.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are right, Sancho,\u201d said Don Quixote, \u201cbecause this painter is like Orbaneja, a painter in \u00dabeda, who, when asked what he was painting, would respond: \u2018Whatever comes out.\u2019 And if he happened to be painting a rooster, he would write beneath it: \u2018This is a rooster,\u2019 so that no one would think it was a fox. And that, it seems to me, Sancho, is how the painter or writer\u2014for it amounts to the same thing\u2014must be who brought out the history of this new Don Quixote: he painted or wrote whatever came out; or he may have been like a poet who was at court some years ago, whose name was Maule\u00f3n; when asked a question, he would say the first thing that came into his head, and once when asked the meaning of Deum de Deo,<\/span> he responded: \u2018Dim down the drummer.\u2019658<\/a><\/span><\/sup> But leaving that aside, tell me, Sancho, if you intend to administer another set of lashes tonight, and if you wish it to take place under a roof or out of doors.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBy God, Se\u00f1or,\u201d responded Sancho, \u201cconsidering how I plan to whip myself, a house would be as good as a field, but even so, I\u2019d like it to be under the trees, because they seem like companions and help me to bear this burden wonderfully well.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt should not be like this, Sancho my friend,\u201d responded Don <\/a>Quixote. \u201cInstead, so that you can regain your strength, we should save this for our village, where we shall arrive the day after tomorrow at the latest.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sancho responded that he would do as his master wished but would like to conclude this matter quickly, while his blood was hot and the grindstone rough, because in delay there is often danger, and pray to God and use the hammer, and one \u201chere you are\u201d was worth more than two \u201cI\u2019ll give it to you,\u201d and a bird in hand was worth two in the bush.<\/p>\n

\u201cBy the one God, Sancho, no more proverbs,\u201d said Don Quixote. \u201cIt seems you are going back to sicut erat;<\/span> 659<\/a><\/span><\/sup> speak plainly, and simply, and without complications, as I have often told you, and you will see how one loaf will be the same as a hundred for you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know why I\u2019m so unlucky,\u201d responded Sancho, \u201cthat I can\u2019t say a word without a proverb, and every proverb seems exactly right to me, but I\u2019ll change, if I can.\u201d<\/p>\n

And with this their conversation came to an end.<\/p>\n

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