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“three things concur in creating beauty: first of all integrity or perfection, and for this reason we consider ugly all incomplete things; then proper proportion or consonance; and finally clarity and light, and in fact we call beautiful those things of definite color.”

Quote by Umberto Eco

Work

The Name of the Rose

This novel delves into the life of a young monk who becomes entangled in the political intrigue of the Catholic Church during the 13th century. It examines the conflict between the purity of faith and the corrupting influence of power, offering a rich tapestry of historical detail and moral complexity. more

Author

Umberto Eco
Umberto Eco

Italian essayist, scholar, and critic. Umberto Eco is renowned for his unique literary style and profound academic background. His works integrate history, philosophy, literature, and semiotics, with his most famous novel being 'The Name of the Rose'. more

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