The Big Question: Will he try to get in contact with me?
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A propos this translation It was with extensive reluctance that I abandoned in act of kindness of the present undertaking what had long been a favourite project: so as to of a new edition of Shelton's Don Quixote, which has now be converted into a somewhat scarce book. There are some- and I confess myself en route for be one- for whom Shelton's racy old version, with all its defects, has a charm that no advanced translation, however skilful or correct, could possess. Shelton had the inestimable benefit of belonging to the same age band as Cervantes; Don Quixote had en route for him a vitality that only a contemporary could feel; it cost him no dramatic effort to see things as Cervantes saw them; there is no anachronism in his language; he put the Spanish of Cervantes addicted to the English of Shakespeare. Shakespeare himself most likely knew the book; he may have carried it home along with him in his saddle-bags to Stratford on one of his last journeys, and under the mulberry tree by New Place joined hands with a kindred genius in its pages. Although it was soon made plain en route for me that to hope for constant a moderate popularity for Shelton was vain. His fine old crusted English would, no doubt, be relished as a result of a minority, but it would be only by a minority. His warmest admirers must admit that he is not a satisfactory representative of Cervantes. His translation of the First Amount was very hastily made and was never revised by him.