 
 

Andrea Sperelli, il protagonista del romanzo (bleah!) Il Piacere, di D'Annunzio?
Renzo Tramaglino?
No
E' un libro sulla guerra?
No (anche se la guerra non è del tutto assente)
Anche l'autore è italiano? (abbi pazienza, non riesco a capire se è già stato chiesto in queste millemila pagine)
No
Andrea Sperelli, il protagonista del romanzo (bleah!) Il Piacere, di D'Annunzio?
No
	« I met a traveller from an antique land
	Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
	Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
	Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
	And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
	Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
	Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
	The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
	And on the pedestal these words appear:
	"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
	Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
	Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
	Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
	The lone and level sands stretch far away. »
 
 

Il libro è ambientato nel XX secolo?
Il libro è ambientato nel XX secolo?
No
	« I met a traveller from an antique land
	Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
	Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
	Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
	And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
	Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
	Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
	The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
	And on the pedestal these words appear:
	"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
	Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
	Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
	Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
	The lone and level sands stretch far away. »
Fabrizio del Dongo?
Fabrizio del Dongo?
No
	« I met a traveller from an antique land
	Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
	Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
	Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
	And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
	Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
	Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
	The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
	And on the pedestal these words appear:
	"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
	Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
	Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
	Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
	The lone and level sands stretch far away. »
 
 

Enrico Bottini?
Enrico Bottini?
No
	« I met a traveller from an antique land
	Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
	Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
	Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
	And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
	Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
	Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
	The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
	And on the pedestal these words appear:
	"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
	Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
	Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
	Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
	The lone and level sands stretch far away. »
il libro è stato scritto durante l'800?
il libro è stato scritto durante l'800?
No
	« I met a traveller from an antique land
	Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
	Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
	Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
	And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
	Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
	Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
	The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
	And on the pedestal these words appear:
	"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
	Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
	Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
	Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
	The lone and level sands stretch far away. »
l'autore visse nel 900?
Il libro è ambientato in Italia?
l'autore visse nel 900?
No
Il libro è ambientato in Italia?
Solo in parte
	« I met a traveller from an antique land
	Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
	Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
	Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
	And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
	Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
	Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
	The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
	And on the pedestal these words appear:
	"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
	Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
	Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
	Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
	The lone and level sands stretch far away. »
l'autore è francese?