Why is it often better for a writer to not put things into perspective?
Is this a great piece of poetic travel writing, or has it been overly polished?
Was this a 14th-century fact finding mission or just another medieval mystery tale?
Why is it so much fun to read Medieval travel stories that are at least partly untrue?
Did conservative ethics turn this great adventure story into such a slow read?
If this is one of the classics of Portuguese literature, why is it such a slow read?