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Quote by Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa

“Noi fummo i Gattopardi, i Leoni; quelli che ci sostituiranno saranno gli sciacalletti, le iene; e tutti quanti gattopardi, sciacalli e pecore, continueremo a crederci il sale della terra." ("We were the Leopards, the Lions; those who'll take our place will be little jackals, hyenas; and the whole lot of us, Leopards, jackals, and sheep, we'll all go on thinking ourselves the salt of the earth.")”

Quote by Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa

Work

The Leopard

A classic novel set in the final days of the Italian monarchy, it follows the life of a nobleman as he navigates the shifting political landscape and the decline of his family's power. The story is rich in historical detail and psychological insight, offering a poignant reflection on the end of an era. more

Author

Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa
Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa

Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa was an Italian writer, best known for his novel 'The Leopard'. His works often revolve around the lives of the aristocracy, offering profound insights into social change and human nature. more

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