Letter

 1 VI       |       letter from Goulard. He is dead! The false Goulard killed
 2 XVI      |          craves Syrias, deserts, dead seas, dangers and fatigues!
 3 XXIV     |         lively affection for the dead. But one loves the living
 4 XXVI     |        others. How we keep these dead souls in our hearts. Each
 5 XXXI     |       for me, is shared now by a dead soul [Footnote: Alexandre
 6 XLII     |       alone at Palaiseau, with a dead soul; not alone enough at
 7 LXXXIII  |       labor, to a boy who seemed dead but whom they handled so
 8 CXXI     | efficient grace. Politics are as dead as theology! They have had
 9 CXXXI    |         it is my affair, (2) the dead must not hurt the living.~
10 CLXIV    |        heritage that our beloved dead leave us?~The despair that
11 CLXIX    |     survivor. I am sure that the dead are well off, that perhaps
12 CLXXVII  |     friends that I had there are dead or have disappeared. I have
13 CLXXIX   |          how it is that I am not dead, I have suffered so atrociously
14 CLXXXVII |     makes me sad. When a tree is dead, one should plant two others.
15 CCIX     |       avenging themselves on the dead and on the living. Ah! well,
16 CCXVII   |      When he is depressed we are dead; mother, wife, and children.
17 CCXXIII  |       longer. All my friends are dead, and the last one, poor
18 CCXXXVIII|        deeply, not because he is dead, but because he has not
19 CCXLIII  |           Everything then is not dead. There is still something
20 CCXLVI   |     often that you wish you were dead? Don’t you believe then
21 CCLXI    |      bouquets. I pretended to be dead and was left in peace. I
22 CCLXVI   |         hat”?~As for politics, a dead calm. The Bazaine trial
23 CCLXX    |         youth. I dream of all my dead friends, I wallow in blackness!
24 CCLXXXIV |    grotesque. In other respects, dead calm, France is sinking
25 CCLXXXIV |          I do is to think of the dead, and I am going to say a
26 CCLXXXV  |        You think too much of the dead, you think that they have
27 CCXCV    |          Let me believe that the dead do not “search any more,”