Part,  Chapter

1    I,  I  |       struggle. A vague, heavy odor of paint, turpentine, and
2    I,  III|       the air, filled with the odor of young leaves.~Three times,
3    I,  III|   natural and simple cause, an odor, perhaps, often a perfume.
4    I,  IV | impossible to penetrate it. An odor of perspiring humanity,
5   II,  II |       of soft air, bearing the odor of warm grass and the distant
6   II,  V  |    over it, the old melancholy odor of letters that have been