"Sit there, clod-pate!" cried he; "for let me sit wherever I will, that will still be the upper end, and the place of worship to thee." - Miguel de Cervantes

On the one hand they regarded him as a man of wit and sense, and on the other he seemed to them a maundering blockhead, and they could not make up their minds whereabouts between wisdom and folly they ought to place him.

And thus, from too little sleep and too much reading, his brain dried up and he completely lost his judgment.

— ¡Ay señor! — dijo la sobrina — , bien los puede vuestra merced mandar quemar, como a los demás, porque no sería mucho que, habiendo sanado mi señor tío de la enfermedad caballeresca, leyendo éstos, se le antojase de hacerse pastor y andarse por los bosques y prados cantando y tañendo; y, lo que sería peor, hacerse poeta; que, según dicen, es enfermedad incurable y pegadiza.