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Well, the same thing happens in the drama and business of this world, where some play emperors, others pontiffs, in short, all the figures that can b… - Miguel de Cervantes
" "Well, the same thing happens in the drama and business of this world, where some play emperors, others pontiffs, in short, all the figures that can be presented in a play, but at the end, which is when life is over, death removes all the clothing that differentiated them, and all are equal in the grave.” “That’s a fine comparison,” said Sancho, “though not so new that I haven’t heard it many times before, like the one about chess: as long as the game lasts, each piece has its particular rank and position, but when the game’s over they’re mixed and jumbled and thrown together in a bag, just the way life is tossed into the grave.”1 “Every day, Sancho,” said Don
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About Miguel de Cervantes
Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra (29 September 1547 – 23 April 1616) was a Spanish novelist, poet and playwright. He is most famous for his novel Don Quixote, or Don Quijote de la Mancha, which is considered by many to be the first modern novel, one of the greatest works in Western literature, and the greatest of the Spanish language.
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Well, the same thing happens in the drama and business of this world, where some play emperors, others pontiffs, in short, all the figures that can be presented in a play, but at the end, which is when life is over, death removes all the clothing that differentiated them, and are all equal in the grave.
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DIÁLOGO ENTRE BABIECA Y ROCINANTE Soneto B. ¿Cómo estáis, Rocinante, tan delgado? R. Porque nunca se come, y se trabaja. B. Pues, ¿qué es de la cebada y de la paja? R. No me deja mi amo ni un bocado. B. Andá, señor, que estáis muy mal criado, pues vuestra lengua de asno al amo ultraja. R. Asno se es de la cuna a la mortaja. ¿Queréislo ver? Miraldo enamorado. B. ¿Es necedad amar? R. No es gran prudencia. B. Metafísico estáis. R. Es que no como. B. Quejaos del escudero. R. No es bastante. ¿Cómo me he de quejar en mi dolencia, si el amo y escudero o mayordomo son tan rocines como Rocinante?
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