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“التلميح الناجع هو ذلك الذي يذكر أشياء في حدّ ذاتها عديمة القيمة ، وَ مع ذلك هي غير قابلة للتكذيب لأنّها حقيقيّة”

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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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