As our Cervantes had Don Quixote say, liberty is
"one of the most precious gifts heaven has bestowed upon Man. No treasures the earth contains or the sea conceals can be compared to it. For liberty one can rightfully risk one's life."
Hmmm... an good piece by Ms Palacio, yet I would be careful in quoting Don Quixote. An admirable idealist ? or a plain lunatic ? perhaps it is hard to find the defining line.
Quite... Cervantes also had our hero Don Quixote chase windmills as supposed lawless giants... a mere coincidence ? -gg
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“Fortune is guiding our affairs better than we could have wished; for you see there before you, friend Sancho Panza, some thirty or more lawless giants with whom I mean to do battle. I shall deprive them of their lives, and with the spoils from this encounter we shall begin to enrich ourselves for this is a righteous warfare, and it is a great service to God to remove so accursed a breed from the face of the earth.”
“What giants?” said Sancho Panza.
“Those that you see there,” replied his master, “those with the long arms some of which are as much as two leagues in length.”
“But look, your Grace, those are not giants but windmills, and what appear to be arms are their wings which, when whirled in the breeze, cause the millstone to go.”
“It is plain to be seen,” said Don Quixote, “that you have had little experience in this matter of adventures. If you are afraid, go off to one side and say your prayers while I am engaging them in fierce, unequal combat.”
Saying this, he gave spurs to his steed Rocinante, without paying any heed to Sancho’s warning that these were truly windmills and not giants that he was riding forth to attack. Nor even when he was close upon them did he perceive what they really were, but shouted at the top of his lungs, “Do not seek to flee, cowards and vile creatures that you are, for it is but a single knight with whom you have to deal!”
At that moment a little wind came up and the big wings began turning.
“Though you flourish as many arms as this the giant Briareus,” said Don Quixote when he perceived this, “you still shall have to answer to me.”
He thereupon commended himself with all his heart to his lady Dulcinea, beseeching her to succor him in this peril; and, being well covered with his shield and with his lance at rest, he bore down upon them at a full gallop and fell upon the first mill that stood in his way, giving a thrust at the windmill, which was whirling at such a speed that his lance was broken into bits and both horse and horseman went rolling over the plain, very much battered indeed. Sancho upon his donkey came hurrying to his master’s assistance as fast as he could, but when he reached the spot, the knight was unable to move, so great was the shock with which he and Rocinante had hit the ground.
“God help us!” exclaimed Sancho, “did I not tell your Grace to look well, that those were nothing but windmills, a fact which no one could fail to see unless he had other mills of the same sort in his head?”
“Be quiet, friend Sancho,” said Don Quixote. “Such are the fortunes of war, which more than any other are subject to constant change. What is more, when I come to think of it, I am sure that this must be the work of that magician Frestón, the one who robbed me of my study and my books, and who has thus changed the giants into windmills in order to deprive me of the glory of overcoming them, so great is the enmity that he bears me; but in the end his evil arts shall not prevail against this trusty sword of mine.”
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I wonder if Ms. Palacio might have her own "windmills of her mind" -gg
...or perhaps her roots came from Northern Spain, the one that was relatively free from the influence of the Moors...
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[these days, as well as before, one never knows what are the true motivations of someone's actions when power is at stake, or religion for that matter... the more things change, the more they remain the same] |
