Between Ideal and Reality
The world Don Quixote sees is never the one others see: what to them is a windmill is to him a giant; what to them is absurdity is to him the sublime. Cervantes lets the reader laugh and ache at once — until, by the end, you can no longer tell whether Don Quixote has gone mad, or whether it is the world, with no room for an ideal, that has gone wrong.