The Book of Percival Overview
Malory
De Troyes
von Eschenbach
Spicer on Percival

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If someone doesn't fight me I'll have to wear this armor De Troyes
von Eschenbach

All of my life. I look like the Tin Woodsman in the Oz Books.
Rusted beyond recognition.
I am, sir, a knight. Puzzled
By the way things go toward me and in back of me. And finally
      into my mouth and head and red blood
O damn these things that try to maim me
This armor
Fooled
Alive in its
Self.

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