I’d tell you what’s presently happening in it, but the idea of doing so bores me, even if the novel itself doesn’t, because it moves so slowly and does not change much in its scope, or pattern. At the moment, Don Quixote and his companion, Sancho Panza, are wandering in the mountains, trying to locate a young gentleman of so-called ‘high birth’ who has gone mad because of a romance that did not turn out the way he’d imagined it would. Earlier the two travelers had come across his saddlebags and his accoutrements, one of which was a journal in which he’d scribbled many poetic verses about his heartbreak. Quixote, admiring their sentiments, and pondering their tragic aspect, or character, had decided he must find this kindred spirit, and offer to be of service to him.