'Fortune is arranging matters for us better than we could have shaped them ourselves, for look there, friend Sancho Panza, where thirty or more monstrous giants present themselves, all of whom I mean to engage in battle and slay, and with whose spoils we shall begin to make our fortune.'
'What giants?' said Sancho Panza.
'Those thou seest there,' answered his master, 'with the long arms, some have them nearly two leagues long.'
'Look, your worship,' said Sancho Panza; 'what we see there are not giants but windmills....'