Don sounded less serious while he fell backward and bellowed, “Quixote, by going as far as he did with it, turned himself into a knight. We all love our disguises as much as he did then. Nobody, at least in their right mind, by that time, dressed up like him anymore. Battling windmills completed it brilliantly. Chasing a ball isn’t any less empty and helps the guy doing it better pretend that the years that he spent on this earth were significant. Say that he’d played the same game individually, not only that but that he had invented it … however good it was, if he could vindicate things that society couldn’t they’d label the guy as a loon. And it just goes to prove my complaint that insanity’s not absolute. As a matter of fact, it’s somewhat democratic!”
In So Many Words
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