I'm excessively proud of this...

In reference to my propensity to argue with wrong people for a long time, a comparison was made to Don Quixote.

"I'm quite quixotic like that. I see a what may be a wayward intellectual giant that I can help, so I tilt my sharp wit and pointed remarks at what inevitably turns out to be a grinding experience by something dumb as a rock and powered by hot air."

 You see, it's making the whole attacking giants which turn out to be windmills thing into a parallel statement. It's overly impressive. Especially because I fear it will fall flat.