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Although the two parts are now normally published as a single work, Don Quixote, Part Two was a sequel published ten years after the original novel. While Part One was mostly farcical, the second half is more serious and philosophical about the theme of deception.
As Part Two begins, it is assumed that the literate classes of Spain have all read the first part of the history of Don Quixote and his squire. Cervantes's meta-fictional device was to make even the characters in the story familiar with the publication of Part One, as well as with an actually published fraudulent Part Two. When strangers encounter the duo in person, they already know their famous history. A Duke and Duchess, and others, deceive Don Quixote for entertainment, setting forth a string of imagined adventures resulting in a series of practical jokes. Some of them are quite sadistic, and they put Don Quixote's sense of chivalry and his devotion to Dulcinea through many tests.
Even Sancho deceives him at one point. Pressured into finding Dulcinea, Sancho brings back three dirty and ragged peasant girls, and tells Don Quixote that they are Dulcinea and her ladies-in-waiting. When Don Quixote only sees the peasant girls, Sancho pretends that their derelict appearance results from an enchantment. Sancho later gets his comeuppance for this when, as part of one of the duke and duchess's pranks, the two are led to believe that the only method to release Dulcinea from her spell is for Sancho to give himself a surplus of three thousand lashes. Sancho naturally resists this course of action, leading to friction with his master. Under the duke's patronage, Sancho eventually gets a governorship, though it is false, and proves to be a wise and practical ruler; though this ends in humiliation as well.
Near the end, Don Quixote reluctantly sways towards sanity: an inn is just an inn, not a castle.
The lengthy untold "history" of Don Quixote's adventures in knight-errantry comes to a close after his battle with the Knight of the White Moon, in which we the readers find him conquered. Bound by the rules of chivalry, Don Quixote submits to prearranged terms that the vanquished is to obey the will of the conqueror, which in this case, is that Don Quixote is to lay down his arms and cease his acts of chivalry for the period of one year (a duration in which he may be cured of his madness). Defeated and dejected, he and Sancho start their journey home.
Part Two of Don Quixote is often regarded as the birth of modern literature, as it explores the concept of a character understanding that he is being written about. This is a theme much explored in writings of the 20th Century.
Upon returning to his village, Don Quixote announces his plan to retire to the countryside and live the pastoral existence of shepherd, although his housekeeper, who has a more realistic view of the hard life of a shepherd, urges him to stay home and tend to his own affairs. Soon after, he retires to his bed with a deathly illness, possibly brought on by melancholy over his defeats and humiliations. One day, he awakes from a dream having fully recovered his sanity. Sancho tries to restore his faith, but Alonso Quixano, for that is his true name, can only renounce his previous existence and apologize for the harm he has caused. He dictates his will, which includes a provision that his niece will be disinherited if she marries a man who reads books of chivalry. After Alonso Quixano dies, the author emphasizes that there are no more adventures to relate, and that any further books about Don Quixote would be spurious. sanırım ny :)
God has a way of allowing us to be in the right place at the right time.
I was walking down a dimly lit street late one evening when I heard muffled screams coming from behind a clump of bushes. Alarmed, I slowed down to listen, and panicked when I realized that what I was hearing were the unmistakable sounds of a struggle: heavy grunting, frantic scuffling, and tearing of fabric.
Only yards from where I stood, a woman was being attacked. Should I get involved? I was frightened for my own safety, and cursed myself for having suddenly decided to take a new route home that night. What if I became another statistic? Shouldn't I just run to the nearest phone and call the police?
Although it seemed an eternity, the deliberations in my head had taken only seconds, but already the girl's cries were growing weaker. I knew I had to act fast. How could I walk away from this? No, I finally resolved, I could not turn my back on the fate of this unknown woman, even if it meant risking my own life.
I am not a brave man, nor am I athletic. I don't know where I found the moral courage and physical strength -- but once I had finally resolved to help the girl, I became strangely transformed. I ran behind the bushes and pulled the assailant off the woman. Grappling, we fell to the ground, where we wrestled for a few minutes until the attacker jumped up and escaped.
Panting hard, I scrambled upright and approached the girl, who was crouched behind a tree, sobbing. In the darkness, I could barely see her outline, but I could certainly sense her trembling shock. Not wanting to frighten her further, I at first spoke to her from a distance. "It's okay," I said soothingly. "The man ran away. You're safe now." There was a long pause and then I heard the words, uttered in wonder, in amazement. "Dad, is that you?" And then, from behind the tree, out stepped my youngest daughter, Katherine.
Tanrı bize doğru zamanda doğru yerde olmasını sağlayan bir yolu vardır.
Ben boğuk çığlıklar çalılar bir yığın arkadan gelen duyduğumda loş bir sokak geç bir akşam aşağı yürüyordum. Alarmlı, dinlemeye yavaşladı, ve ben ne işitme bir mücadelenin kusursuz sesler olduğunu fark edince paniğe kapıldı: grunting ağır, çılgın itişme ve kumaş yırtılma.
Ben durup nerede sadece metre, bir kadın saldırıya ediliyordu. Ben yer almak mı? Ben kendi güvenliği için korkmuş, ve aniden o gece yeni bir rota eve almaya karar için kendimi lanetlenmiş. Ne başka bir istatistik olursam? Ben sadece en yakın telefona koşmak ve polisi aramamız gerekmez mi?
Bir sonsuzluk gibi görünüyordu rağmen, kafamın içinde müzakerelere sadece birkaç saniye almıştı, ama zaten kızın çığlıkları zayıf büyüyen edildi. Ben hızlı hareket etmek olduğunu biliyordu. Bunu nasıl uzak yürüyebiliyordu? Hayır, ben nihayet çözüldü, ben kendi hayatımı riske anlamına gelse de, bu bilinmeyen kadının kaderi sırtımı olamazdı.
Ben cesur bir adam değilim, ne de ben atletik değilim. Ben ahlaki cesaret ve fiziksel gücü nerede bulduğunu bilmiyorum - ama bir kere ben nihayet kıza yardım karar vermişlerdi, ben garip dönüştürüldü. Ben çalıların arkasına koştu ve kadın kapalı saldırganı çekti.Saldırgan ayağa fırladı ve kaçtı kadar bir kaç dakika için çekişti nerede boğuşuyor, biz, yere düştü.
Zor nefes nefese, ben dik şifreli ve hıçkıra hıçkıra, bir ağacın arkasına çömelmiş kız yaklaştı.Karanlıkta, Onu çok az anahat görebiliyordu, ama kesinlikle titreyen şok hissedebiliyordu. Onu daha da korkutmak isteyen değil, ben ilk başta bir mesafeden onu konuştu. "Sorun değil," diyorum yatıştırıcı dedi. "Adam kaçtı. Artık güvendesin." Orada uzun bir sessizlik oldu ve sonra ben kelimeleri duydum, hayretle, hayranlıkla çıkardı. "Baba, sen misin?" Ve sonra, ağacın arkasından üzerinden benim küçük kızı Katherine attı.
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