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“Avventurose età e benedette quelle che non seppero la spaventevole furia di queste indemoniate macchine dell'artiglieria, l'inventore delle quali io ritengo che sia nell'inferno a ricevere il guiderdone del suo diabolico ritrovato, per mezzo del quale fece sì che un ignobile e codardo braccio possa toglier la vita a un prode cavaliere.”

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Book:Don Quixote
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Don Quixote

Don Quixote follows the adventures of the title character, a middle-aged knight who becomes obsessed with chivalry, dons armor, and sets out on a quest to restore justice and fight for the oppressed. The novel is a satirical critique of the chivalric romances of the time and is celebrated for its wit, humor, and philosophical depth. more

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Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

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