Up to page 173. Reading more at work breaks now that it isn’t raining every other day.
Italics are what I penciled in the margins
The block quotes are quotes from the book.
Everything else are just my thoughts as I’m typing along here
I suspect that most of these updates will be this long from now on, as I intend to only update once a week.
‘Although mine be of the Cachopines of Laredo,’ replied the traveller, ‘I dare not compare it with the that of Toboso de la Mancha; though, to say the truth, no such appellation hath ever reached my ears until now’
Baiting Quixote, mercilessly
The whole chapter is about the burial of Chrysostom’s burial, he that died for “love”. What a phracking idiot. I suspect he and Quixote would have gotten along splendidly 😀
Wherein is read Chrysostom’s song to Marcella and the reactions of the various funeral attendees.
Will I sit down, and brooding o’er my griefs,
Vow everlasting absence from her sight.
That would have made Marcella very happy!
‘And thou, my song, sad child of my despair,
Complain no more; but since my wretched fate
Improves her happier lot, who gave thee birth,
Be all thy sorrows buried in my tomb.’
Whole poem is self centered, all about Chrysostom and doesn’t take Marcella into account at all. Good thing he died, the wretch
Marcella comes upon the funeral and proclaims to those attending and to those who blame her for Chrysostom’s death.
And in return for the love you bear me, you pretend and insist that I am bound to love you.
Chrysostom was selfish indeed and beyond delusional
sure it it may well be said, that his own obstinacy, rather than my cruelty, killed him.
I neither love nor hate anybody; I neither deceive this man, nor lay snares for that; I neither toy with one, nor divert myself with another…
My desires are bounded within the mountains..
The chapters dealing with the shepherdess have been an interlude about an obstinate man and a smart woman and have no bearing on Quixote at all.
In which Quixote’s horse feels it oats, tries to get it on with some local mares and Quixote and Sancho suffer the consequences.
It is true, that at the second pale, they brought Sancho to the ground; and the same befell Don Quixote, neither his dexterity nor courage standing him in any stead;
Second serious beating so far and yet hasn’t learned a thing.
At the end of the chapter they are on their way to an inn. Don Quixote is loaded onto Rosinante like a sack of potatoes because he’s beaten so bad he can’t ride and Sancho isn’t any better. But all they do is argue about whether they should ride to an inn or camp out. What a pair of fools
Mis-Adventures at the inn. Most hilarious chapter so far.
A merchant, a whore, Quixote, Sancho and some Officer of the Law. What a combination for disaster. And a disaster it is.
In which the miraculous balsam of healing is applied, with rather mixed results.
This done, he resolved immediately to make trial of the virtue of that precious balsam…
..and so he drank about a pint and a half…
..and scarcely had he done drinking , when he began to vomit so violently that nothing was left in his stomach.
and now it is Sancho’s turn
By this time the drench operated effectually, and the poor squire began to discharge at both ends with so much precipitation that mat…and the blanket…were never after fit for use
Gross, gross, just plain gross
Inns and Quixote just don’t mix well.
Lots of talking
So that, in my poor opinion, the better and surer way would be to return to our village,…
An ounce of sense from Sancho and if Quixote had listened, the book would have ended right there 🙂
But Don Quixote affirmed with so much positiveness , that they were armies, that Sancho began to believe it…
You can convince someone of just about anything if they have doubts
But for all that, seeing in his imagination what he neither did, nor could see…
The essence of Quixote
…beholding his master’s extravagances, tearing his beard and cursing the unfortunate hour and moment that ever he knew him.
But he doesn’t leave him. The more fool Sancho. And that is the essence of Sancho Panza
And then after receiving some more beatings, they end up puking on each other. Oh my goodness, I laughed so hard. And you would think that they would go home now, but oh no, Onward it is!
In which Quixote attacks a funeral procession at night
It is getting harder to find the humor. Quixote is hurting people and their livelihoods
In which Quixote and Sancho stand guard all night because they hear giants.
And Sancho does “his duty” right next to Quixote in the dark.
I am continually tickled at just how earthy this novel is. Wrestling with whores, vomiting galore and now taking a dump. Cervantes knows what makes humans laugh, our weaknesses.