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 1       2, II    |           2. But what was it that delighted me save to love and to be
 2       3, III   |          them, and at times I was delighted with their friendship, even
 3       3, IV    |         were unknown to me, I was delighted with Cicero’s exhortation,
 4       5, VI    |        wise because his eloquence delighted them. At the same time I
 5       5, VI    |    awaited this man, was in truth delighted with his action and feeling
 6       5, VI    |          clothed his ideas. I was delighted, therefore, and I joined
 7       5, XIII  |      contemptuous listener. I was delighted with the charm of his speech,
 8       6, VIII  |         drinking in the madness - delighted with the wicked contest
 9       7, I     |      which I loved - those things delighted me no longer. But I was
10       9, XX    |         the thing, for we are not delighted with the name only. For
11       9, XX    |           Latin, he does not feel delighted, for he does not know what
12       9, XX    |        been spoken. But we are as delighted as he would be in turn if
13       9, XXI   |        are eloquent and have been delighted to observe this and long
14       9, XXI   | themselves. But they would not be delighted if it were not some interior
15       9, XXI   |       they would not desire to be delighted unless they had been delighted.
16       9, XXI   |    delighted unless they had been delighted. But as for a happy life,
17       9, XXXVII|         What else, than that I am delighted with praise, but more with