Letter

 1 XLIV      |  attacked by it, by this strange illness, when we have imagination;
 2 XLVI      |       and to produce. What is my illness? Nothing. Everything is
 3 XLVI      |       besides I have no time. My illness has delayed me and put me
 4 LIX       |          a little. It is like an illness, carrying this great affair
 5 LXIV      |           I dream of nothing but illness and unhappiness: take care
 6 LXV       |    having news of you since that illness of which you spoke. Are
 7 LXXXIX    |      well again after a terrible illness.~Would you believe that
 8 CXC       |          having worried over the illness which the papers have bestowed
 9 CXCIII    |      hope; but I am ill with the illness of my nation and my race.
10 CXCVII    | consolation in understanding his illness thoroughly? When lightning
11 CCXVII    |       often the seat of the same illness that it lacks energy to
12 CCXXII    |          well again. That little illness and this departure suddenly
13 CCLII     |          effect they are like an illness, you recognize it yourself.
14 CCLXX     |          postponed by Delannoy’s illness and by l’Oncle Sam, for
15 CCLXXX    |         not more often ill, now, illness PROSTRATES me more. That
16 CCLXXXVIII|         walking to you. All your illness comes from the lack of exercise,
17 CCXCV     |        we are suffering from the illness of France; here in Paris,