By Miguel de Cervantes
My mother did her doctoral thesis on Spanish literature, and when you have a college professor living in your house, not only do you read Don Quixote in English, but you read it in Spanish, too. Though I groaned at the prospect, I ended up loving Don Quixote: He was a bumbling, eccentric country gentleman who always got himself in trouble. In one passage, he sees a large cloud of dust that he thinks is an approaching army—his chance for valor and victory. The only problem? The dust cloud is actually a herd of sheep.