Letter

 1 Introd   |    giant with his aching head buried all day long in his arms,
 2 XXIV     |     naive spirit. He is to be buried tomorrow. He was one year
 3 XLVIII   |      say between ourselves is buried, and I can tell you that
 4 LIX      | embrace you. If you are still buried in work, we shall only come
 5 C        |     the more. I, who have not buried myself alive in literature,
 6 CXXX     |      poor friend is not to be buried till the day after tomorrow,
 7 CLXVI    |       troubadour who has just buried another friend! From the
 8 CLXXII   |  comfort and tranquillity. We buried ourselves in material things.
 9 CLXXXVIII|       it was respected. I had buried a large box full of letters
10 CXC      |     The day that I resolutely buried my youth, I grew twenty
11 CCLXV    |      say with you AMEN to the buried catholic dictatorships;
12 CCCII    |      is a free moment; we are buried under the snow; it is the