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“Non mi piace fare troppe domande, ti fanno pensare al giorno del giudizio universale. Porre una domanda è come mettere in moto una pietra: te ne stai tranquillo e beato sulla sommità di un colle e la pietra comincia a rotolare trascinando con sé altri detriti, e tutto ad un tratto un buon vecchietto, l'ultima persona al mondo cui avresti pensato, si busca un colpo sulla zucca mentre vanga il suo orticello e così la sua famiglia è costretta a cambiar nome [...]”

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Book:Lo strano caso del dottore Jekyll e del signor Hyde - Il trafugatore di salme - Un capitolo sui sogni
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Robert Louis Stevenson
Robert Louis Stevenson

Robert Louis Stevenson was a 19th-century Scottish novelist, poet, travel writer, and essayist. His works are characterized by adventure and romance, with his most famous novels being 'Treasure Island' and 'The Adventure of the Treasure Island'. Stevenson's works have been beloved by readers and have had a profound impact on literature. more

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