4th. Lay long, my mind being full of strange fantasies of knights and loves and quarrels and wounds, and yet I know not why, lest it be this fellow Quixote who works my imagination exceedingly. Lord, how real it all is! Soon I up to dress myself but find, it seems, only rusty old arms to wear--and these have been piled in the Tower for many years--but I to trim them and put them on but find a helmet is wanting; so I to use a morion and with certain papers paste together a beaver for it, but alas, quite undid all the morning's labor at the first test blow!

Thence, knighthood in my blood, I to seek a lady to serve. Whereupon comes the Old Woman, but today, very strange, she did look most fair. "Madame, this day I am your Knight; but bid me and with one stroke of my sword I'll wipe out the whole damn scrubbing business!" Whereupon she did throw me down the stairs.

Thence to the stable to fetch Rozinante: "Rozinante, noble steed, together today we do our deeds. But first we eat!" All day long did ride Rozinante. All day long without a deed--until: "Goest thou my way, Noble Knight?" "Thy way, fair damsel, is my way. Whither?" "Thence, oh no, not to Emerson, surely not. This before us be a castle. So approaching little by little to the drawbridge I to check Rozinante; and did rest awhile to see whether or no any dwarf on the battlements gives warning that we three did approach; but seeing the dwarfs stayed so long and that Rozinante's feet were soaking in the slush anyhow, we three in. And there did behold another strange sight; and find myself more alive even than before: Cervantes at this 4:30 hour lives again; Don Quixote and Sancho and Rozinante breathe the life of Professor Ford's interpretation.

By and by I myself again, but not for long, for I at eight to the New Lecture Hall and there to hear Robert Frost: "The Renewal of Words." But what I remember:

"The way a crow

Shook down on me

The dust of snow

From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart

A change of mood

And saved some part

Of a day I rued."