#DON QUIJOTE MENTIONED

[derseprinceoftbd]

I think the most interesting thing in the whole world is application of DOTA to times where the Author's journey and nature is supposedly important. Kit Conner as Nick, whoever that is-what changed? To one who watches without knowledge, what will they assume of all that? Some say Nabokov had the right to write Lolita due to his experiences-but the reality of that theory shows little actual support! So does anything change there? Muir, who was inspired by him, her stories so personal to her-I knew she was a lesbian dealing with great trauma even before I opened Gideon, but not of her schizophrenia, and so latched onto and understood the personal elements of Nona, so close to Nabokov-but thought Harrow, at one point, was being revealed as "not actually schizophrenic" as a plot element, until I was told otherwise. Art Spiegelman had to declare the unsympathetic greed of his own Jewish father was reality. The themes of the Matrix; have they changed with the directors? Were they always there? And do those line up necessarily with the assumptions of viewers with lenses of queer theory, then versus now?

This fascinates me, it really does. Where does the right to risk offense derive? What is the line between an unusual, perhaps stereotypical, depiction, as personal versus bigoted? Is there a duty to assume? To research? To inform? Does it change if you assume the blind viewer will take offense, or will assume the offensive fine and personal?

Pierre Menard was no Spaniard; how could he say his depiction of the nation's history was accurate, and not merely based in stereotypes?

[ma-mariarie243]

hear me out. What if vocaloid and el ingenisoso hidalgo don quijote de la mancha crossover where Kaito is alonso and len is sancho panza lollll

Miku is dulcinea del toboso, rin is Antonia quijano and meiko is the neighbor guy Pedro alonso

[bat-yellow-eyes]

This reminds me of Don Quixote, the book itself is a parody of the knight novels (novelas de caballerias in spanish). The novels always featured a knight who went to battles to gain territory (inspired by the situation of the middle ages in spain). This genre became extremely popular to the point of oversaturation.

Miguel de Cervantes then wrote the book (1605) to make fun of the genre AND its fans. The protagonist "idalgo Alfonso Quijano" read too many knight novels and became mad. He began to think he was one of the protagonists of the novels and went on adventures, travelling through Spain in the process.

But the best part is the second book he published 10 years later. He initially didn't plan to make another but he did just so he could respond to a false second book someone made just to make money. In this book, the author addresses this issue, the protagonists talk to people who have read the first book (metaliterature) and each protagonist goes through a special process.

In this process Don Quixote goes through the"sanchoficación" (his personality begins to resemble the initial one from his companion, Sancho Panza). And his companion goes through the "Quijotización" (his personality resembles the initial one of Don Quixote). Essentially, the companion becomes mad and believes in imposible things, and Don Quixote is the opposite.

i do think theres something sad about how largely only the literature that's considered especially good or important is intentionally preserved. i want to read stuff that ancient people thought sucked enormous balls

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

I’m reading Don Quijote right now and somehow, I keep expecting him to mention Frodo, and each time I do this flashes on my mind

[cyb-by-lang]

So, fun fact.

As mentioned in the notes section of With a Chance of Rain's first part, the store the Rescue Squad visit is based on a real discount store chain known as Don Quijote.

It has a theme song that plays on 24-hour continuous loop.

Please imagine Kei sitting outside on a bench, guarding everyone's stuff, as this song drills into her brain.

[spanishskulduggery]

Regarding ojalá - it does specifically come from Arabic, though the actual phrase in Arabic is supposedly lawshallah but has frequently been compared to "inshallah"

The base is the same; -alá there refers to Alá or "Allah" so in etymology it's still like "God willing" if you look at it that way

Also it says Old Spanish oxalá - Old Spanish is like the Medieval form of Spanish, so it has more spelling differences where X later turns to J; this is why in modern Spanish it's Don Quijote but if you look at the original covers/writings for it, you see something like Don Qvixote where the V was the U and X turns to J....... really old Spanish sometimes has the Ç

And additionally in southern Spain or more Muslim-controlled areas like Al-Andalus [Andalusia] you would also see aljamía which used an Arabic alphabet of Romance Languages (and Mozarabe) to sort of approximate what was being said/understood. The equivalent would be something like writing out a Russian or Chinese name because we understand the Latinized alphabet but not Cyrillic or hanzi

Someone did mention that ojalá can also come across as more impersonal because it isn't specifically a conjugation which is true - espero or esperamos for "I hope" and "we hope" is more personally putting a subject in there

While ojalá can come out like "hopefully"; and it can be used in imperfect subjunctive as a contrary to fact statement which is why they put "if only"

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Also, side note - I don't know Portuguese but I'd be willing to bet that they have an expression like ojalá too because the Moorish/Islamic influence was on all of the Iberian peninsula, not just Spain

Spanish and Portuguese (and the other Iberian Romance Languages) tend to share more linguistically than French or Italian in some respects, particularly you'll see more Arabic influences in the Iberian ones while French and Italian remain much more Latinized

[pearlofthepitt]

@meanderingstream technically never responded to this but her D20 posts are all over my dash today so that’s good enough.

@meanderingstream I would please like confirmation that you are alive.

[al-mayriti]

do you think that in the 17th century someone did a 'reading all books mentioned in don quijote chapter 6 to see if i go mad' challenge

[ferigrievous]

you cried wolf, so i came running.

⊹ ࣪ am i the wolf, or am i the saviour?

a.n the house i mentioned is literally a real house i went house shopping instead of packing and its literally so beautiful this is also kind of canon divergent takes place around the hassaikai arc and you and dabi get left behind to house sit or . whatever

⤷ masterlist ; requests open

the hideout was suffocating.

in the dim corners of the abandoned bar that the league of villains called home, you and dabi sat huddled together under a pile of mismatched blankets you had stolen from don quijote. the glow from the laptop screen cast eerie shadows on the cracked walls, illuminating your faces as you scrolled through endless real estate listings. despite the raging winter storm outside, you felt nothing but warm as you sat next to your boyfriend.

“how about this one?” his arm was wrapped around yours protectively, his body warmth seeping through the thick fabric of your jumper. the only perk of having a todoroki as a boyfriend was the heat they seemed to radiate at all times.

 the league had left you two on guard watching in search of some random villain group you’ve never heard of– the hassaikai, or whatever. you werent really paying attention, deciding to be productive and look for real estate as if you had even half the funds to afford anything.

dabi leaned closer, his breath warm against your cheek as he leaned on your shoulder from where he sat behind you. “too big,” he muttered, reaching over to continue scrolling. “its just gonna be us. why do we need that many bedrooms? unless you were planin’ on havin’ kids.”

“not anytime soon, especially not with a bitch like you. our kids are gonna turn our wrinkly and purple like their father.” you elbowed him in the gut at his words, shaking your head as you removed his hand from the trackpad. “but we should at least have space for guests. or just an extra room. could be my studio. or the office, if you ever decide to become a blue-collared freak.”

he chuckled, leaning back against the wall, the sound vibrating through his chest and into your back. “guests, huh? plannin’ on inviting twice and toga over for tea or some shit?”

“touya, shut up.”

“love you too,” he grinned, kissing the top of your head. in response, you pushed him away, shaking your head and focusing your attention back on the laptop. you both went back and forth like this, bantering and shoving at one another as you skimmed through countless listings. the two of you shared a mutual understanding: this was a game. a dance you had both perfected over the years.

 "you are not picking this one. it's too flashy. we are not making a huge property investment in the shape of a giant L. that's just tacky. we would look like assholes," he muttered.

“we already look like assholes. we’re literally wanted criminals, baby.”

“exactly. so we shouldn’t draw more attention to ourselves.” he pointed to a property. “see that one? it’s nice, decent space. not too far from kamino. even your shitty job would be within walking distance.”

you smacked his arm, scoffing at the jab. “my shitty job is what’s gonna pay the bills, dickhead. you’re lucky i’m even humouring you with all of this.”

dabi’s voice was quiet, his tone low as he pulled you closer. the two of you were cuddled up close on the small cot where you slept, his arms circling around your waist as he spooned you. the glow of his flames was the only source of light in the dark room, reflecting in the broken mirror in the corner.

his hands were running up and down your sides, fingers tracing light patterns across your arm. his grip was loose, almost absentminded as he held you against him. you found a nice apartment not far from here. three bedrooms, one bathroom, open space layout. only four minutes away from the station.

dabi’s breath was warm against your neck, his lips grazing the sensitive skin underneath your ear.

“hmm. it looks good. nice open layout, plenty of space, nice neighbourhood. plus there’s a balcony so i don’t have to deal with your nasty smoking habit.” he hummed, wrapping his arms around your middle. “it even has a bathtub. perfect for us.”

“your nasty smokin habit, you fuckin’ hag.”

he chuckled, biting down on your earlobe just hard enough to make you shiver.  “watch it, love. your bratty mouth is gonna get you into trouble,” he murmured, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“yeah. yeah, whatever. i think its really nice but.. do we really need three bedrooms?”

“no,” he muttered. he was in that lazy, sated state he got into when you two had just had sex, his touches soft and sweet as he held you close. his voice was deep and low in your ear. 

“it’s just gonna be us. we don’t need a guest bedroom for toga or shiggy or any other league losers to crash on. two would be fine. one for sleeping, one for other stuff.”

“and by other stuff you mean fucking me senseless on all the furniture?”

“sure. that too,” he nipped at your shoulder, trailing a soft, hot line of kisses down your skin. he had a habit of doing this when he was sleepy, his touches lazy and languid.

“i think two bedrooms is enough.” he said between kisses. “plus, you know how much i love sleeping next to you,” he purred.

you felt his hot breath on your neck as he continued to kiss and nuzzle at your skin. the apartment was nice, that was for sure, but the thought of having your own space with him was enough to make you relax into his embrace.

dabi's touch was possessive, like he was trying to claim you as his own. it wasn't new, but it was always a good feeling. you'd always been his, and he would always be yours. there was no denying that.

“its… eighteen million yen.”

“eighteen million yen?”

dabi snorted, and you could just feel him roll his eyes behind you. “are you shittin’ me, doll? theres no way we can afford that. we’d have to start savin’. maybe you gotta get a second job.”

“theres no way i can afford that. and why cant you get a job, you dickrider?”

he laughed at the nickname, burying his face in your neck. “cause i’m terrible with people, love. you’re the only person i can stand for more than two minutes,” he muttered.

“plus, what could i possibly do with this pretty face?” he gestured to his burnt skin, raising a brow at you.

“dunno. become a sex worker. thats like.. all you're good at. except charring people to bits in a second.”

a bark of laughter left his throat at that. “we both know i have a hard time sharing, doll. you don’t want me to get fired for burnin’ up all the clients, anyway,” he hummed.

“okay, whatever. next!” you hit the back button and continued scrolling. the kanji on the website felt like it was melting together into one big symbol, but you couldn't stop looking. you weren't aware you were capable of doom scrolling on a real estate website.

“you’re so impatient,” he groaned, kissing behind your ear as he flicked through more listings. 

“there,” he muttered, pointing at one. the two of you had been skimming through the same real estate site for hours, looking at various homes and apartments throughout japan. this one caught his attention, his eyes widening slightly. 

“that one, i like that one.” 

“i was gonna say that.”

you didn't really understand what older people meant when they said a house was ‘breath-taking’, but there was just something about this small little house you couldn't resist the charm of. the house was nearly all wood, from the ceiling, to the pillars, to the accenting. it was beautiful. 

windows were scattered on nearly every open space, and a small stairwell in the living room led up to a common room, already adorned with bookshelves and a desk. a ladder lead up to the lofted bedroom, and you couldn't imagine what the trek would be like when you and your boyfriend were drunk. it almost excited you.

dabi could see the light dancing in your eyes when you focused on the house. the sparkle of hope and excitement. he felt his heart flutter as you scanned over the listing, zooming in on the photos.

he couldn’t blame you. the house was absolutely… gorgeous. cosy. picturesque, even. the perfect home. he could envision spending every waking hour with you for the rest of his life.

“what do you think?” he muttered, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

dabi couldn’t help but smile against your skin. he leaned up, pressing his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. 

“then we’ll have it,” he whispered, his voice laced with love and affection. “whatever you want, as long as i get to keep waking up next to my pretty doll every day for the rest of my life, i’m happy.”

“god, you’re such a sap.”

dabi chuckled against your skin, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “i get all poetic when you’re around, doll. you make me soft,” he purred.

dabi pulled you further into his arms, tracing patterns on your stomach as he read through the description under the pictures. his fingers moved along the soft skin, tracing circles and hearts lazily as if he was just enjoying touching you. 

“i can see us here,” he hummed. “wakin’ up to the sun streamin’ through those giant windows. havin’ breakfast together on that tiny balcony. all that good stuff.”

dabi couldn’t help but picture it in his mind. you two, happy and in love. sharing meals together in his kitchen, enjoying each other's company and waking up beside one another every morning. it sounded like heaven, really. the soft, domestic bliss he'd always secretly pined for.

“we could even… start a family. kids, pets. all of it. it would be nice.” he breathed, leaning his head against yours, his words barely a whisper. he was imagining it, the future he'd secretly wished for since he first laid eyes on you.

you nodded, turning around from where you sat to kiss him softly. “yeah. it’d be nice, don’t you think? i always wanted to be a dad. i could teach my kid to play volleyball and scare all of his little teenage girlfriends.” he chuckled, burying his face into your hair. 

“you’d… like that, right?” dabi murmured, a hint of nervousness in his voice. it wasn’t something you two had ever really discussed, even in passing, but he couldn’t help but wonder.

“i just want everything,” he whispered before you could answer him, the sound muffled into your hair. a moment of silence passed before he spoke again, a small huff of laughter leaving his lips. 

“the house. the kids. the annoying dog that’ll eat our couch.” his lips slowly moved down your face, planting soft kisses as he continued speaking. “i want to grow old with you. i want to watch you walk down the dress wearing the most beautiful smile in the world. i want to watch you walk around our huge ass house pregnant, complaining that im coddling you too much.”

“ugh, listen to me. a year ago i woulda’ laughed at someone for talkin’ this cheesy. guess i’m goin’ soft, doll.”

“all because of you…” he pulled you closer, squeezing you tight against his chest. he was always affectionate, sometimes even clingy, but in the moment he seemed extra clingy. he couldn’t get enough of Touching and feeling you, as if it would soothe some deep insecurity inside of him. he was completely vulnerable, letting himself be gentle and sweet with you in the way he rarely let himself feel. 

that soft, quiet love he had reserved for you, only you.

dabi grinned, nodding against your hair. “yeah,” he whispered. “we can go look at it tomorrow. whatever you want.” he held you tighter, as if he was scared this was all a dream and he'd wake up alone in that shitty little house his father had raised him in.

his soft voice sent a shiver down your spine. this wasn't something you were used to—touya being so vulnerable, so gentle. the same man who had a reputation for his ruthless teasing and scathing remarks was now burying his face in your hair and whispering sweet nothings. he didn't let his guard down like this often, and the trust he was showing you in this moment was overwhelming.

you leaned back against him, soaking in the warmth of his embrace. his arms were wrapped around your torso, his chest pressed against your back. you could feel his steady heartbeat against your spine.

“you’re going soft, you know?” you teased, nudging him with your elbow. “next thing you know, you’re gonna start singing love songs to me while strummin’ a guitar.”

he chuckled at your words, the sound reverberating through his chest and into your back. “ha! never gonna happen. i’d rather swallow a handful of nails.”

“aww, come on,” you said, turning your head to playfully pout at him. “not even one little serenade for your favourite boy?”

he rolled his eyes at your pleading pout, but you could see the corners of his lips tugged upwards into a reluctant smile.

“doll, darlin’, love of my life,” he said dramatically. “i’d do a lot of things for you, but singin’ and playin’ the guitar ain’t one of ‘em. my voice sounds like a hyena being strangled and my fingers are too burnt to hold a pick.”

“sounds a lot to me like you’re given’ up, todoroki.”

dabi's eyes glinted with mischief. “tch, never. just being realistic. ain’t nobody wanna hear me singin’.”

he leaned back against the wall again, pulling you with him. “and i don’t need any fancy instruments to prove how i feel ‘bout you. my tongue’s more than enough, darlin.”

he let out a low chuckle as he gave your ear a playful nip. “i can think of a lot better things for these fingers to do than hold a pick.”

“you’re so gross. you pushed him away, groaning and turning on your side. “im goin’ to sleep. fuck you.”

dabi's smirk turned into a soft smile as he noticed your tired expression. “aw, my poor baby,” he teased, pulling you into his lap. “guess I wore you out, huh?”

he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you snug against him. “you should get some sleep, doll. i can stay awake ‘n keep watch.”

“you sure?”

dabi nodded, nuzzling his face into your hair. “of course. I'm used to lackin' sleep, don't worry ‘bout me.”

he tightened his grip around your waist, pulling you even closer. “go to sleep. i’ll wake you up if anything happens.”

you settled into his lap, feeling drowsy and safe in his embrace. dabi continued to idly stroke your hair, his free hand rubbing soothing circles on your hip. 

he watched as you slowly drifted off, your breathing becoming deep and steady.

a small smile tugged at his lips as he looked down at you. you were so vulnerable like this, all curled up in his lap and asleep. he still wondered how he ended up with you.

he didn't deserve you, but god, he was glad you were his.

[officialromaniantranslatiuni]

Every time I see "literature for children" and then Don Quijote or some Jules Verne abomination is mentioned... I just can't. It gives me major childhood trauma. Just like when Georgiana decided to read Pădurea Spânzuraților in 3rd or 4th grade. What's the point? What can a small child understand from these books?

[useless-catalanfacts]

What would Kitri (Quiteria) from Marius Petipa's Ballet 'Don Quixote' have worn for her everyday attire and bridal gown, considering her background as the "beauty of the town" from Barcelona, the daughter of a housekeeper, and her role as Don Quixote's imagined Dulcinea and Basilio's bride? Please search "DON QUIXOTE 💃: The drama, plot, and history of ballet's brightest gem ✨✨" regarding the ballet.

I've read the book but I haven't seen the ballet. What I'm understanding from this question is that you would like to know what the historically accurate dress would have been for that character? I've seen a part of that video you mention and I can see why you're asking, since the clothes they wear don't look appropriate for Don Quijote at all (they wear very 19th century Andalusian clothes for a story that is very famously set in La Mancha).

We have this information to work with: 1) she's from Barcelona, 2) the setting is the early 1600s, 3) she's the daughter of a housekeeper so she's lower class, and 4) the occasions for her clothes are an everyday wear and her wedding.

Luckily, a Catalan tailor called Baltasar Segovia (from Perpinyà, Northern Catalonia) published a treatise in the year 1617 titled "Geometry book for the job of a tailor", where he explains how they make the clothes, including the patrons. This is how the historian Francesc Riart has drawn them (I'm taking these images from his article "Una evolució en imatges"):

Figures of a middle-class man and woman, from the images of the time.

Women's dress shapes, without the additions, from the patrons by Baltasar Segovia's treatise.

I think this is the kind of dress could work as a wedding dress at the time. Remember that the idea of a white wedding dress originated very recently (Victorian England) and wasn't widespread here until a couple generations ago (personally, neither my mother nor grandmother married in a white dress) and even then it was a class issue, because that's a kind of dress you wouldn't be able to wear again. The wedding dresses used to be a nicer dress, often the one that could be worn on Sundays.

Our main information for lower class clothes is written sources and art, because the pieces of clothing that have survived this many centuries are a clear case of survivorship bias: they were worn little, made of good-quality resisting material, and they were considered worthy enough to keep as they are instead of recycling the cloth. Poorer people would have worn the clothes until they're broken, adding patches or repairing them as needed, and then would have recycled what was still good of that cloth.

The clothes used by most of the population back then were made of flax or wool (cotton wouldn't be widely used until the proliferation of chintz factories starting in the mid-1700s). Though texts of the time mention that fashion in Catalonia included pieces made in a specific Catalan way ("a la Catalana"), same as each part of Europe had their own way (documents at the time show that people could easily recognise the difference between a Catalan-style and a Spanish-style piece of clothing), in general the clothes were very similar to the clothes worn in other parts of Western Europe. One thing that was widespread for religious and reputation reasons was that married women had to cover their hair, but before marriage it didn't have to be covered but it was generally tied back (not only for fashion but also for hygienic reasons).

In the early 1600s, outer clothes tended to be dark gray (this would quickly change throughout that century and by the late 1600s people wore very bright colours, including the lower class).

One of the ways we have of knowing what ordinary people wore is to look at the registries of people who used the Barcelona public hospital (I'm checking the data as published by Francesc Riart in the article "Una evolució en imatges"). In 1618-1619:

89% of women wore a chemise/shirt

Over this, they would wear a skirt and lower class women very often wore an apron.

68% of women covered their hair with a "tovalloleta", 28% covered it with a "manto", and 10% with a "drap de cap", all of them being different kinds of kerchiefs.

Their clothes in winter and in summer were almost the same. They wore more socks and leggings in winter and the percentage of people who wore closed shoes instead of espadrilles ("espardenyes") rose in winter, but the rest was pretty much the same. The difference between seasonal clothes was likely higher in upper classes, but people who used the public hospital are mostly poor and some middle class.

In the city, most people wore closed shoes instead of espadrilles, which were the standard in the countryside.

An idea for the dress could be a mix of these two, with the dress in the left but slightly darker, and since we're in the very early 1600s it could still have a riff (the neck thing) like the one on the right.

Left: painting of Mary as a child weaving, from 1600s Catalonia. Right: painting from the late 1500s or early 1600s Catalonia, representing the "ideal woman" (in an extremely misogynist way). Both from Ethnologic Museum of Catalonia.

As for jewellery, lower class people often wore jewellery made of glass or metal mixes. Many have been found in archaeological sites in Barcelona like El Born and Santa Caterina.

I hope this answers your question!

[jadinerhine]

Moving things to an external HD and realized there's Limbus stuff I had yet to share! Here's one of them: a fandesign for my idea for Dulcinea in Don Quixote's (now upcoming) Canto. I have notes, including two neat "Six Degrees of Quixote" candidates:

Ever since Don Q mentioned the Grass Maiden randomly in (I forgot what canto tbh), I've had a long-standing theory that it's Dulcinea, because it's the only Fixer she's randomly mentioned thus far without prompting.

I based the design on three things:

Folkloric clothes of the women of Toledo, Spain

Gloves, boots and armor of the hidalgos

famous Spanish singer, Rocío Dúrcal

okay fourth thing that I forgot: grass.

With Dúrcal, especially, very cool thing about her: very famous singer and I originally only chose her face because I asked my mother on who's one of the most famous Spanish singers LMAO but also, she did a movie called Rocío de la Mancha. Here are my rough translations for the two synopses from the following sites:

Rocío is the oldest of five siblings, an orphan family. Her job consists of teaching tourists about the windmills that inspired Don Quixote de la Mancha. Then by pure chance, Rocío meets the singer Berta Granados, who pitches to her a trip to Paris, so he can help her with a personal problem.[Don Quijote Film]

Rocío, owner of a windmill in La Mancha, lives with her four brothers. Unfortunately they barely make ends to meet. She assueres the tourists that her windmill is the authentic one that entranced Don Quixote, who confused it with a giant. Under the influence of the hidalgo knight, she won't let anything stop her from going to Paris and to right a wrong. [Film Affinity.]

Anyway, please listen to the fact that it's a woman having to act as Don Quixote singing about Dulcinea (Don Q moment):

[call-of-ishmael]

Assorted early morning Outis thoughts here (RAMBLY AND SLEEP DEPRIVED WARNING):

So the Odyssey is known for its sea voyage and all

Recently Canto V shows Outis is very familiar with that, she is able to join in Ishmael in reciting the old sailor saying about the lake, from memory just like her.

Now im thinking back to Kcorp, during Canto III Kcorps nest was the setting, but not the focus we get some tidbits, like the HP Ampule used on Dante at the end but nothing major. Then on Canto IV we expand more on Kcorp and what they do

Canto V is the same, we get introduced to Ucorp, some of its tech, we see it in action, but the focus is not them and we barely see much of it and its nest to focus more on the lake.

Now the Great Lake is the biggest most sea like thing in The City, and from a line by Faust, where she says recording the Rules Of The Lake is taboo, we can deduce its under Ucorp control

There is also however mention of being able to sail to the Outskirts, which are way outside any corpo control

So i wonder if Ucorps nest is gonna come back for Outis and her Canto, following the previous trend of Canto III having little peaks before Canto IV made their deal clearer

Or if its maybe gonna focus more on her soldier days

Seeing as her emblem is the Troyan Horse a maneuver Odysseus pulls during the Illiad and emblems so far are pretty consistent in being an important theme (Ishmaels emblem is a compass, for example) maybe the odyssey wont be the biggest aspect covered?

Im thinking, maybe, in Limbus, her trips with the sinners are gonna be part of her odyssey?

A lot of sinners compared to the source are kind of like we are jumping into the middle of their stories and giving them a different ending

Most of them die at the end, Heathcliff dies, Don Quijote dies, Ryoushu dies, Gregor dies

Most faithful one so far is Ishmael, as it goes in line with the later edited ending where Ishmael is the sole survivor. In the first versions everyone died.

Outis is using a name that in the source was a fake name meant to decieve, her many faces she puts on seem to briefly falter when family is mentioned

So maybe yeah its gonna be more her soldier days, and her chapter is the ending to her odyssey

[greasysteak]

You know I’m not patriotic but everytime they mention something Spanish it inspires a deep joy within. Like yeah Connor Roy is the don quijote of Iowa. Well said, show.

[ludiharambasha]

I started watching Black Sails, which distracted me from my You rewatch and reread, but when I have time to finish all that I'll post a more detailed analysis of a theme and a motif in You that I would have to analyze and connect with the whole story more carefully.

For now, I find the way Caroline Kepnes realizes the motif of Joe as a reader incredibly interesting. Joe is a bookseller, and he is obviously well-read, but if you look at how he analyses the works he references in the show (I can't speak for the works referenced in the books because I did not read a lot of them), and Joe... blatantly misreads them (Don Quijote, Frankenstein and Crime and Punishment are the offenders in the show that I can remember off the top of my head; and all of these references nod to something in the story that parallels Joe and his state- but I'll write more on that when I assemble the references, read those I haven't and when I reread the books and rewatch the show). More importantly, there is a scene in the first book in which Beck sleeps with him in the cage. And Joe, as if he did not cage and torture the woman, truly believes that Beck slept with him then because she truly wanted to and not to do her best to make an escape. He obviously misreads her intentions. This is not the only instance he does this, and not the only character who does this to Beck-Benji, Peach and Dr. Nicky all project onto Beck, project how hey interpret her behavior towards them onto her (and all these characters are merely there to aid Joe's theme, as they only reflect bits and pieces of his own views on Beck- Benji tells Joe that Beck is a golddigging whore as a reflection of Joe's doubts in Beck; Peach behaves in almost the exact same way as Joe and tries to manipulate Beck into loving her and being with her and even says at a certain point that she just "uses people"; Dr Nicky is just someone who sees Beck as temptation, a succubus, and says in the book that she is "sex ifself", a position Joe obvioulsy takes as she is magnetic to him to such a degree) and they are there to highlight the fact that Joe, whether in the specific part of the book he sees her as this Madonna paragon of goodness or as a whore desperate for attention, consistently misreads Beck's intentions. He constantly attaches meaning to her actions and her character that they don't have, or he fails to see her as a complex being with both faults and virtues. And he is not the only one, other characters I mentioned do this as well, people either misunderstand her actions and brush them off superficially (Benji) or project their sexual desires onto her (how Sasuke is treated in the narrative is kind of similar to this, that people around him are crazy about him and constantly project their ideas of what he should be and what he should do to please them, although You takes it in a sexual direction that Naruto doesn't go into) - Beck is magical and deeply alluring to those around her (in the book especially; this aspect of her character is not as prominent in the show I'm afraid).

And I interpret this as a commentary on art and readership in general (along with other themes that I discussed a long while ago, and probably will again in the future). Beck is beauty itself, art itself (and not an artist- there are several nods to the fact that she is of mediocre talent in the show and the books- however, I don't think we can say for certain because again, the character in the books and the show that call her mediocre may have an ulterior motive to say so, and we can't exactly evaluate it ourselves), a puzzle people constantly project onto and misread and attach unjustified meaning to, an entity that inspires a deep emotional reaction from those that interact with her, with her codes and maps of meaning to her that are hidden away (the ladle that is constantly being recontextualized, the dead father that isn't dead, etc.). This is why I talked about the motif of Joe being someone who loves books and how it is this motif that is particularly clever and powerful- Joe tries to posit himself as the observer of the world, of art, and he fails at that at the most fundamental level. Joe approaches Beck with an entitlement that he is the one who truly understands her when this couldn't be further from the truth. And we are Joe in a certain aspect- we also engage in these acts of misinterpretation (something that validates my point is how the fans of the show, when it first came out, sided with Joe and labeled Beck as a whore and made misogynistic remarks about her.)

[I realize the irony of it possibly being me that is projecting onto Beck and misreading her and the book- if I see that I missed the mark with this analysis I might delete it]

[spanishskulduggery]

hola estoy tomando una class de don quijote y quisiera preguntar si es buena idea escuchar a un audiolibro en ingles mientras que leo el libro en español (para que pueda anotar los significados de las palabras desconocidas)??

It's not a bad idea, it would depend on the version of the audiobook; as someone who has read Don Quixote

If your audiobook gives Sancho's donkey a name, it's not a good version for example lol

There are some English versions that take a few liberties with the novel. I say the donkey because there's a plot hole in the original where Cervantes has Sancho riding on a donkey (unnamed) and then it disappears in the story. One English version calls the donkey "Dapple" and inserts this side story on where it went to "fix" the original

But yes there are lots of antiquated or really specific words you'll find. One is el batán which is a "water mill", the kind of mill that has a water wheel next to a river or something. You'll probably recognize la molina "windmill", but there are a handful that might not translate right like el rocín is both "a horse that doesn't look very good" and "a work horse", and that's the idea behind Rocinante that he was a "plow horse before"

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There are also some discrepancies in the original work that are just funny little tidbits like Sancho's wife has different names at different points...

Really my main concern is that you understand what a hidalgo is because it's a central and very important thing

hidalgo/a meaning "son of someone" literally is understood as "noble" in modern Spanish; in Medieval Spanish it meant someone who was of noble birth not necessarily noble standing... The way Spanish society worked was that the firstborn son would inherit the majority of the estate (I think 2/3) and any remaining children would get scraps. The running joke was that the first son becomes a lord, the second son becomes a soldier, the third joins the Church... What it does mean is that the hidalgo/a was safe from torture from the Inquisition [which has some ironic usage in plays where a noble and a commoner might switch places and the Inquisition tortures the noble], and that the hidalgo/a is noble, but not necessarily rich

There's a mention to this right away in that Don Quixote is eating food that's on the poorer side, but still wealthy enough to have a small estate. People used the hidalgo/a as a stand-in for Spain at the time, which was having a booming Golden Age with its colonies but a lot of its wealth was being used to fund the Holy Roman Empire and their fights against non-Catholic denominations, so Spain was "noble" in name only

There are lots of stories from the time of a hidalgo/a who is poorer than slaves, but has a noble name of Don or Doña which here meant "Sir" or "Lady", as someone who would ostensibly own property or be of noble blood

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It's also really important to know that Don Quixote is based on the literary trope of knighthood spinoffs

The trend is a mix of Arthurian legends and El Cid [a very famous Spanish general called campeador "master of the battlefield" who worked with Christians and Muslims against other Christians and against other Muslims kind of like mercenary times], where El Cid means "the Lord"

El Cid was famous for bringing up the idea of being "noble of spirit" vs the nobility being corrupt and inept; Cervantes takes a lot of inspiration from that and has Don Quixote being delusional while everyone else is either very very "worldly" in the sense that they're often commoners and sometimes sinful or implied to be immodest, or they're actively making fun of him and his delusions

And a mix of King Arthur from French literature, and then later with Charlemagne and Roland [Orlando in Spanish]. To a minor extent you'll also see Saladin mentioned as a chivalrous (but not Christian) man, so knight by extension... so occasionally you find some Muslim figures that become Christian or Saracen figures that are the epitome of chivalry in these books

You have a trend of literature that's kind of like classics fanfiction of knights all over the place in European literature having fantastical adventures or meeting with wizards that are Merlin-esque

Cervantes references a lot of them and characters and motifs that can easily get lost

Another key thing to know, caballero is both the term "gentleman" and "knight", but literally "horseman" - because a true "knight" needed a horse, and being a gentleman. It's why he feels he needs a horse, and a squire, and why it's funny Sancho has a donkey