mhmh..
Il Corsaro Nero?
...non credo però...
No.
La certosa di Parma di Stendhal?
No.
Aggiungo un pezzo:
"L'animale si difendeva meravigliosamente: assalito contemporaneamente da una quarantina di cani che lo avvolgevano come una marea urlante, che lo coprivano con un tappeto di pelli variegate, che tentavano da tutti i lati di azzannare la sua pelle rugosa, irta di peli; a ogni colpo del grugno lanciava a un'altezza di dieci piedi un cane che ricadeva sventrato e che trascinando le budella si rilanciava subito nella mischia, mentre Carlo, con i capelli ritti, gli occhi infiammati, le narici dilatate, curvo sul collo del cavallo grondante sudore, suonava un furioso hallalì".
« 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. »
I tre moschettieri?
I tre moschettieri?
Fuochino. 
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« 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 conte di Montecristo?
Sol da poco son giunto in queste terre, da una estrema ultima Thule. Un paese selvaggio che giace, sublime, fuori dal Tempo, fuori dallo Spazio.
All fled, all done, so lift me on the pyre. The feast is over and the lamps expire.
"I walked this land when the Tlan Imass were but children. I have commanded armies a hundred thousand strong.
I have spread the fire of my wrath across entire continents, and sat alone upon tall thrones. Do you grasp the meaning of this?"
"Yes" said Caladan Brood "you never learn."
Vent'anni dopo?
Il gioco è "Indovina il titolo". 
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Lochlann no.
Vent'anni dopo?
Nemmeno.
Ormai è un tirassegno. ">
« 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 visconte di Bragelonne?
Il visconte di Bragelonne?
Nooooooooooooooooo!!!!!
Già lo aveva detto Neshira a mezza bocca e avevo detto di 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. »
La Regina Margot?
La Regina Margot?
Giusto. ">
« 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 giocatore
battuto (e di parecchio) sul tempo ...il giocatore
concordo 
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Bravo the Imp " />
Bellissima la scena della nonnina " />
"Era solo... con una galassia a cui badare."
