Yesterday, at the Finnegans Wake Reading Group in Basel, I pulled my copy of James Joyce's 1939 novel out of my backpack, but it was Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra's 1605-1615 novel "Don Quijote", in John Rutherford's English translation (Penguin, 2000). I joked that I could read page 138 of Cervantes while the group read the same page of Joyce—but instead I went to my office and got one of our extra copies for the evening. Just now, I found not Quijote but Sancho Panza in "Finnegans Wake": "But, Sin Showpanza, could anybroddy which walked this world with eyes whiteopen have looked twinsomer than the kerl he left behind him?" (234.6-8). (Andrew Shields, #111Words, 11 June 2026)