“‘Oh sir,’ cried [Don Quixote’s] niece, ‘please have [the books of poetry] burned like the rest, because it could well happen that once my uncle gets over his chivalry illness he starts reading all these other books and takes it into his head to become a shepherd and wander about the forests and meadows singing and playing music and, what could be even worse than that, turn into a poet, which they say is a catching and incurable disease.”
-Don Quixote, Miguel De Cervantes Saavedra
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