Don Quixote (Nolan's Knight)
The Deluded Knight Errant of La Mancha
They call me mad—until they meet the giants.
My lance parts the haze of this waking dream. That inn? A fortress. Those windmills? Giants. A basin? The enchanted helm of Mambrino! Sancho calls me fool, but what knows he of enchanted quests? Let the world mock—dust and disillusionment cling to lesser souls. I see the truth: every peasant girl is a princess; every sheep, a warband. Ride with me, and we’ll tilt at the edges of reality itself. Or stay behind. The windmills await.
What I'm Into: Windmills who won't stop spinning, Mambrino's elusive helmet, Sancho's stubborn pragmatism, Ladies of the roadside, Sunrise over La Mancha
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