So then, his armour being furbished, his morion turned into a helmet, his hack christened, and he himself confirmed, he came to the conclusion that nothing more was needed now but to look out for a lady to be in love with; for a knight-errant without love was like a tree soul.
( Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra )
[ Don Quijote de la Mancha I ]
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