"Agoodjoke, that!" returnedDonQuixote."Booksthathavebeenprintedwiththeking'slicence, andwiththeapprobationofthosetowhomtheyhavebeensubmitted, andreadwithuniversaldelight, andextolledbygreatandsmall, richandpoor, learnedandignorant, gentleandsimple, inawordbypeopleofeverysort, ofwhateverrankorconditiontheymaybe—thattheseshouldbelies! Andaboveallwhentheycarrysuchanappearanceoftruthwiththem; fortheytellusthefather, mother, country, kindred, age, place, andtheachievements, stepbystep, anddaybyday, performedbysuchaknightorknights! Hush, sir; utternotsuchblasphemy; trustmeIamadvisingyounowtoactasasensiblemanshould; onlyreadthem, , come, tellme, cantherebeanythingmoredelightfulthantosee, asitwere, herenowdisplayedbeforeusavastlakeofbubblingpitchwithahostofsnakesandserpentsandlizards, andferociousandterriblecreaturesofallsortsswimmingaboutinit, whilefromthemiddleofthelaketherecomesaplaintivevoicesaying: 'Knight, whosoeverthouartwhobeholdestthisdreadlake, ifthouwouldstwintheprizethatlieshiddenbeneaththeseduskywaves, provethevalourofthystoutheartandcastthyselfintothemidstofitsdarkburningwaters, elsethoushaltnotbeworthytoseethemightywonderscontainedinthesevencastlesofthesevenFaysthatliebeneaththisblackexpanse;' andthentheknight, almosteretheawfulvoicehasceased, withoutstoppingtoconsider, withoutpausingtoreflectuponthedangertowhichheisexposinghimself, withoutevenrelievinghimselfoftheweightofhismassivearmour, commendinghimselftoGodandtohislady, plungesintothemidstoftheboilinglake, andwhenhelittlelooksforit, orknowswhathisfateistobe, hefindshimselfamongflowerymeadows, withwhichtheElysianfieldsarenottobecompared.
