What I love about Don Quixote is that he embodies us as readers. When you’re caught up in a novel you also see your surroundings through the lens of that fantasy world. For Don Quixote hookers become pricesses and fleabag motels castles. I ride on the train or bus and I see intelligence operatives when I’m reading a spy novel, I try to pass subtle messages to them to show them my tradecraft. Don Quixote’s brains may have gone soft from reading too many books on nights-errantry but it gives a deep purpose and sacred meaning to his life. What we can learn from him is that if we persist in our fantasy the outside world may bend to it and start believing with us. It’s the magic imagination of children at play. We should play more in life and get it to play with us in turn.