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“Gli storici, scrisse Aristotele (Poetica, 51 b) parlano di quello che è stato (del vero), i poeti parlano di quello che avrebbe potuto essere (del possibile). Ma naturalmente il vero è un punto d'arrivo, non un punto di partenza. Gli storici (e, in modo diverso, i poeti) fanno per mestiere qualcosa che è parte della vita di tutti: districare l'intreccio di vero, falso, finto che è la trama del nostro stare al mondo.”

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