In short, our gentleman became so immersed in his reading that he spent whole nights from sundown to sunup and his days from dawn to dusk in poring over his books, until, finally, from so little sleeping and so much reading, his brain dried up and he went completely out of his mind. He filled his imagination with everything he had read, with enchantments, knightly encounters, battles, challenges, wounds, with tales of love and its torments, and all sorts of impossible things, and as a result had come to believe that all these fictitious happenings were true; they were more real to him than anything else in the world.
A gentleman became so absorbed in reading that he spent his nights and days lost in books, neglecting sleep altogether. This constant engagement with literature eventually took a toll on his mind, leading to his complete insanity.
His imagination became consumed with the stories he read, filled with fantasies of enchantments, heroic battles, and unrequited love. Over time, these fictional tales began to overshadow his reality, becoming more significant and real to him than the actual world around him.
