In short, he so buried himself in his books that he spent nights reading from twilight till day break and the days from dawn till dark; and so from little sleep and much reading, his brain dried up and he lost his wits. He filled his mind with all that he read in them, with enchantments, quarrels, battles, challenges, wounds, wooings, loves, torments, and other impossible nonsense; and so deeply did he steep his imagination in the belief that all the fanciful stuff he read was true, that . . he decided . . . to turn knight errant and travel through the world with horse and armour in search of adventures." (H.H.)

Don Quixote de la Mancha