First Impressions of Don Quixote

I am shocked to see myself sometimes absorbed in Don Quixote. Yes, I am an english literature major, but Don Quixote was intimidating, or perhaps the length was intimidating. I don't quite know what it was anymore. I had no idea what Don Quixote was about when I first looked at it and was not that eager to find out.

Well, I am now on page 65 and quite honestly would rather be reading it than completing this blog. I am amazed at the many novels, poems, works of literature in general this man has. I almost feel as if I can understand why he went "crazy". I love the outrageous and certainly unrealistic ideas of Quixote at times. He is going through his life, not living his own adventures, but those of characters in literary texts he has read. It is not even as if Quixote relates to all these characters naturally. In a most unnatural way he forces himself or rather perhaps something inside him to act as these people he does not know or relate to or for that matter people who don't even exist except for in literary texts. I find it almost amusing at times because it is so crazy and unbelievable that this man has lost his sanity to literature.