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“Nowhere has truth so short a life as in Sicily; a fact has scarcely happened five minutes before its genuine kernel has vanished, been camouflaged, embellished, disfigured, annihilated by imagination and self-interest; shame, fear, generosity, malice, opportunism, charity, all the passions, good as well as evil, fling themselves on the fact and tear it to pieces; very soon it has vanished altogether.”

Quote by Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa

Book:The Leopard
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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

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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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