d adopted it
as a helmet of the most perfect construction.

He next proceeded to inspect his hack, which surpassed in his eyes the
Bucephalus[435-3] of Alexander or the Babieca of the Cid.[435-4] Four
days were spent in thinking what name to give him, because (as he said
to himself) it was not right that a horse belonging to a knight so
famous, and one with such merits of his own, should be without some
distinctive name, and he strove to adapt it so as to indicate what he
had been before belonging to a knight-errant, and what he then was; for
it was only reasonable that, his master taking a new character, he
should take a new name, and that it should be a distinguished and
full-sounding one, befitting the new order and calling he was about to
follow. And so, after having composed, struck out, rejected, added to,
unmade, and remade a multitude of names out of his memory and fancy, he
decided upon calling him Rocinante, a name, to his thinking, lofty,
sonorous, and significant of his condition as a hack before he became
what he was now, the first and foremost of all the hacks in the
world.[436-5]

Having got a name for his horse so much to his taste, he was anxious to
get one for himself, and he was eight days more pondering over this
point, till at last he made up his mind to call himself Don Quixote,
whence, as has been already said, the authors of this veracious history
have inferred that his name must have been beyond a doubt Quixada, and
not Quesada as others would have it. Recollecting, however, that the
valiant Amadis[436-6] was not content to call himself curtly Amadis and
nothing more, but added the name of his kingdom and country to make it
famous, and called himself Amadis of Gaul, he, like a good knight,
resolved to add on the name of his, and to style himself Don Quixote of
La Mancha, whereby, he considered, he described accurately his origin
and country, and did honor to it in taking his surname from it.

So then, his armor being furbished, his morion turned into a helmet, his
hack christened, and he himself confirmed, he came to the conclusion
that nothing more was needed now but to look out for a lady to be in
love with; for a knight-errant without love was like a tree without
leaves or fruit, or a body without a soul. As he said to himself, "If,
for my sins, or by my good fortune, I come across some giant
hereabouts, a common occurrence with knights-errant, and overthrow him
in one onslaught, or cleave