Letter

 1 Introd  | searchingly ask ourselves what sort of mind is steadily attracted
 2 Introd  |       such incidents, and what sort of mind expresses a lifetime
 3 Introd  |    patience as one accepts the sort of weather there is, the
 4 XXI     |        we have nothing of that sort to be afraid of; our streams
 5 XXVI    |        rare?~I don’t know what sort of feeling I have for you,
 6 XL      |    gladly I shall abandon this sort of thing, never to return
 7 LXIV    |       and crushed and I have a sort of fever. I shall write
 8 LXXI    |      dear son, a lover of this sort of fluff:~“One evening,
 9 XC      |     all mine. Impersonality, a sort of idiocy which is peculiar
10 XCIII   |     become mystic, life only a sort of bloody dream, that is
11 CXXIX   |   death. They will give you a “sort of compensation.” Well,
12 CXXXVII |       have had the fever and a sort of sprain for two days.
13 CLXXXIII|   amusing to me. Ah! into what sort of a world are we going
14 CLXXXVII|    patience as one accepts the sort of weather there is, the
15 CXC     |        not seeing you, it is a sort of death.~G. Sand~
16 CXCVII  | assumes the dictatorship. What sort of a republic is that? I
17 CCII    |     Why? I wonder myself.~What sort of archeology is Maurice
18 CCXXI   |       sure of that. I know the sort of dismay that follows the
19 CCCI    |      for me, at least, it is a sort of permanent sacrifice that
20 CCCII   |      under the snow; it is the sort of weather that I adore:
21 CCCVIII |     not an intrinsic virtue, a sort of divine force, something