Life Imitates art

I googled DQ illusion and reality, not knowing what I was supposed to do, when I found the following written by Dale Wasserman:

In self-defense I should like it noted that I am not, nor ever have been, an Hispanic scholar. I am a playwright, one of whose works,Man of La Mancha, is enjoying performances in some forty languages, and which seems to have gone into theatrical history as the first truly successful adaptation of the novel Don Quixote. I consider this an unfortunate impression. Man of La Mancha, strictly speaking, is not an adaptation of Don Quixote at all. It is a play about Miguel de Cervantes. I do claim to know a little about Cervantes. That's a fairly safe claim, as there is no one who knows a great deal about him.
     For those interested in beginnings, Man of La Mancha was born not by design but by accident. The year was 1959. I was in Spain writing a movie when I read in a newspaper that my purpose there was research for a dramatization of Don Quixote. That was nonsense, of course, for like the great majority of people who claim to know Don Quixote, I had never read it. Spain was a logical place to repair that omission, so I waded in, emerging on the other side of its half-million words convinced that there was no way to dramatize this amazing compendium of the good, the bad, and the brilliant.
     I was aware that there had been dozens, perhaps hundreds, of such attempts —plays, opera, ballet, puppet shows, movies— every dramatic form possible. I was also aware that they had one thing in common: they failed. Having now read the book, I wasn't at a loss.

Wow! Look what I found...a true case of life (or nature) imitating art.  Cool!