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Parable I read how Quixote in his random ride, came to a crossing once, and lest he lose the purity of chance would not decide whither to fare, but wished his horse to choose, for glory lay wherever he might turn. His head was light with pride, his horse's shoes were heavy, and he headed for the barn. Richard Wilbur