Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose

The list could surely go on, and there is nothing more wonderful than a list, instrument of wondrous hypotyposis.

Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose

The list could surely go on, and there is nothing more wonderful than a list, instrument of wondrous hypotyposis.

Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose

The list could surely go on, and there is nothing more wonderful than a list, instrument of wondrous hypotyposis.