Weekend Words: Knight
Spanish investigators report they may have discovered the remains of Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, better known as Cervantes, the author of Don Quixote, in a convent in Madrid.
Spanish investigators report they may have discovered the remains of Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, better known as Cervantes, the author of Don Quixote, in a convent in Madrid.
We cannot all be friars, and many are the ways by which God leads his own to eternal life. Knight-errantry is religion.
—Cervantes, Don Quixote
The world’s male chivalry has perished out,
But women are knights-errant to the last;
And, if Cervantes had been greater still,
He had made his Don a Donna.
—Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Aurora Leigh
I looked down at the chessboard. The move with the knight was wrong. I put it back where I had moved it from. Knights had no meaning in this game. It wasn’t a game for knights.
—Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep
A gentle knight on the prickling plain.
—Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queen
The idea that Bill Gates has appeared like a knight in shining armor to lead all customers out of a mire of technological chaos neatly ignores the fact that it was he who, by peddling second-rate technology, led them into it in the first place.
—Douglas Adams
I have seen too many men go down, and I never permit myself to forget that one day, through accident or under the charge of a younger, stronger knight, I too will go down.
—John Steinbeck, The Acts of King Arthur and His Noble Knights
The noir hero is a knight in blood-caked armor.
—Frank Miller
We have discovered that the scheme of ‘outlawing war’ has made war more like an outlaw without making it less frequent and that to banish the knight does not alleviate the suffering of the peasant.
—C. S. Lewis, English Literature in the Sixteenth Century
Once upon a time there was a dwarf knight who only had fifty words to live in and they were so fleeting that he only had time to put on a suit of armor and ride swiftly on a black horse into a very well-lit woods where he vanished forever.
—Richard Brautigan, The Tokyo-Montana Express
The worm doth woo the mortal, death claims a living bride,
Night unto day is married, morn unto eventide,
Earth a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true,
And Earth is quite coquettish, and beseemeth in vain to sue.
―Emily Dickinson
I thought of myself as a species of knight errant attacking dragons single-handedly and rescuing musical virtue in distress.
—Virgil Thomson
