If I truly desired to explain my motives behind studying English to a patron of my bar, I would look no further than Don Quixote. Harold Bloom makes a keen insight into the character of Hamlet and Don Quixote saying, “Here are two characters, beyond all others, who seem always to know what they are doing, though they baffle us when ever we try to share their knowledge" (Bloom xxxv). Like Don Quixote, English students “know” the benefits of studying poetry while outsiders remain ignorant to the knowledge an English student may impart. We English students need no explanation of the inherent worth of the study of poetry because we already “know.” We see value in every passage written in Don Quixote just as Don Quixote sees a daring adventure around every corner. We pursue knowledge just as Don Quixote pursues knight errantry. Others may see our path as slightly mad yet like Don Quixote, we “know,” and continually chase enchanters through the cyclical development of literature from the anagogic to the ironic and back again. All the while we maintain the ability to stop and appreciate “[…] a brook whose cool waters, like liquid crystal, run over fine sand and white pebbles that seem like sifted gold and perfect pearls […], a fountain artfully composed of varicolored jasper and smooth marble […], another fountain fashioned as a grotto where tiny clamshells and the coiled white-and-yellow houses of the snail are arranged with the conscious disorder and mixed with the bits of shining glass and counterfeit emeralds, forming so varied a pattern that art, imitating nature, here seems to surpass it” (Cervantes 429). Like an English student attempting to understand Don Quixote, those outside the realm of English studies no mater how hard they try will never fully understand this indescribable state of “knowledge.”
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