It started as a conversation between my husband and I. We both hold master's degrees and are avid readers. "Have you every read Don Quixote?"
"No. That's sad since there are so many literary references to it." And just like that the first book of our "book club" was chosen. A little research lead us to choosing Tom Lathrop's translation. We both found it very readable and personally I liked the style of his footnotes, where he often speaks directly to the reader.
It is quite a read for someone with a full time job. I found I had to take breaks, alternating between "Don" and other books I was in the process of reading. Sometimes work kept me away for a week. It ended up taking me approximately four months to finish. My husband read it faster, but he is a faster reader than I am.
All that being said, I am glad I read it and would recommend it. Here are a few passages that stood out to me:
"...,"responded Sancho, "... And it sometimes happens that you look for one thing and find another. ...." p. 124
"... Oh, Dulcinea del Toboso, day of my night, glory of my grief, Polaris of my travels, star of my fortune - consider the place and condition to which your absence has brought me, and be moved to some favor commensurate with my deserving loyalty! ..." p. 217
What offended me the most was his saying that I'm old and maimed, as if I had it in my power to stop time, and as though my maimed arm was a result of some tavern brawl rather than from the noblest battle any age ever witnessed, or that current and future ages will ever witness. If my wounds don't seem resplendent in the eyes of the man on the street, they're revered at least by those who know where they came from, since the soldier looks better dead in battle than free in flight. I'm so convinced of this that if the impossible were offered to me right now - that I could be free from my wounds by not having participated in that battle - I would refuse. Wounds that a soldier has on his face or chest are the stars that guide others to the heaven of honor and to the thirst for earned praise. Also bear in mine that you don't write with gray hairs, but rather with your intellect, which only gets better with the passage of time. p.508
To all this don Quixote responded: "Children, senor, are part and parcel of the bowels of their parents, thus they are to be loved, no matter how good or bad they are, as much as we love our life-giving souls. The job of the parents is to guide them from when they're small, along the path of virtue, good upbringing, and good Christian customs, so that when they grow up, they can be a comfort to the old age of their parents and a glory to their descendants. And insofar as forcing them to study this or that science, I don't believe it's a good idea, although trying to persuade them seems harmless enough. And if they don't study with an aim to pane lucrand ["to earn a living" in Latin], when the student is lucky enough for heaven to have given him parents who will permit it, I'd be of the opinion that they should allow him to study anything that they see he's most inclined to, and although poetry is less useful than pleasure-giving, it isn't among those pursuits that will dishonor the person who possesses them. p.620
[don Quixote] ... I also say that the natural poet who makes use of art will be better than and will surpass the poet who strives to be one through art alone. The reason is that art doesn't surpass nature; it just perfects it, and when nature is combined with art, and art with nature, they will bring out the most perfect poet. p.622
[Sancho] ... She must have been cruelly wounded and pierced by Cupid, whom they say is a little blind boy who, even if he's a bit bleary-eyed, or even completely blind, when he takes aim at a heart, no matter how small it is, he hits it straight on and splits it in two with his arrows. p.926
[Sancho] ... "I've also heard that the first and principal thing that arouses love is beauty, and since your grace has none at all, I don't see what the poor thing fell in love with."
"Listen, Sancho," responded do Quixote, " there are two types of beauty - one is of the soul and the other is of the body. The beauty of the soul flourishes and is seen through one's intellect, in one's chastity, good behavior, generosity, and good upbringing, and all of these traits can be found in an ugly man; and with this sort of beauty - and not the beauty of the body - love can arise with great suddenness and force. ..." p.927
[don Quixote] said, "Books like these, although there are many of them, are those that should be printed, because many sinners can profit from them, and an infinite number of lights are necessary for so many unenlightened people." p. 966
"Look, Sancho," said don Quixote, "there's a great difference between deeds on does for love and those done out of gratitude. ..." p.990
"I don't understand any of that," replied Sancho. "I only understand that while I'm sleeping, I have no fear, no hopes, no work, no glory. Blessed be the person who invented sleep, the cloak that covers all human thoughts, the food that takes away hunger, water that drives away thirst, fire that warms you when you're cold, coolness that tempers heat, and finally, the money with which all things are bought, the scale that makes the shepherd equal to the king and the fool to the wise man.. There's only one thing bad about sleep, the way I hear it, and that is that it's like death, because there's not much difference between a sleeping man and a dead one." p. 996