Missing Cervantes

I just spent three hours ready fifty pages of Faulkner. The whole time I wish I was reading Cervantes. I miss Don Quixote. I miss reading about his mind when I'm forced to read something I really can't seem to find relevant to my education. Reading Faulkner is not what I imagined taking most of time this semester. I did not think most of my time reading any assignment would morph into ponder what reading in Don Quixote lies ahead of me. I think the class discussion about the essence of what constitutes a comic book hero provoked me to wonder exactly how Don Quixote is one. If that's true then do all the other characters have less than heroic implications and ideals in the novel? I suppose not but what is their purpose? It's odd that I feel kind of sad for Don Quixote at times but I always seem to side with the other characters before I truly believe his thoughts. I don't why. I really wish I could remember anything I've just read in Absalom Absalom moments ago. I shouldn't fret though because I know I now have a yearn to read Cervantes. Whether it is a yearn to read in spite of something else or a yearn to just return to a world in a book that is suspended from the norm, I don't know. It's probably both and that might be a good thing. I feel some reading always is accompanied with a spiteful attitude. In the case of reading Don Quixote that spiteful attitude turns into many attitudes or perceptions about reality. While reading Cervantes, perceptions about daily interactions seem less important. Perceptions about life seem to only matter in regards to what happens to Don Quixote's life. This is what I know after reading Faulkner. Bazaar eh?