Letter

 1 Introd  |     months later, he is still in mad anguish of desolation:~“
 2 XXXI    |           they are seized with a mad gaiety, they buzz, they
 3 XLIV    |          I saw a physician, very mad, but very intelligent, who
 4 XLIX    | paralysis of the brain. They are mad with fear. Fear of the Prussians,
 5 LXXXIX  |          the players. I have had mad desires to abandon everything
 6 CI      |         the evening. Such are my mad orgies at the capital.~I
 7 CLXI    |        very strange and a little mad, between ourselves. He ought
 8 CLXXVI  |   Sometimes I am afraid of going mad. The face of my mother,
 9 CXCI    |         find Paris a little less mad than in June, at least on
10 CXCVII  |       But every being who is not mad maintains a certain consistency,
11 CXCVII  |         on the Prussians, it was mad, but it was grand.... Not
12 CCI     |   HUMANITY. They are kind to the mad dogs, and not at all to
13 CCVIII  |         well, say that France is mad, humanity silly, and that
14 CCXVII  |       too this poor poet? She is mad.~You may well think that
15 CCLX    |         hunting horn! The man is mad. I want to go and find the
16 CCLXXXII|       one needs to be absolutely mad to undertake such a book.
17 CCLXXXIV|     myself sometimes if I am not mad to have undertaken it. But,