Book, Chapter

 1       3, I   |        I hated myself for not feeling more intensely a sense of
 2       4, VI  |   them. But a strange kind of feeling had come over me, quite
 3       4, IX  |       to bitterness - and the feeling of death in the living,
 4       4, XIV |        But why is it that the feeling I had for such men was not
 5       4, XIV |      such men was not like my feeling toward the renowned charioteer,
 6       5, VI  | delighted with his action and feeling in a disputation, and with
 7       6, VII |   classes because of some ill feeling that had arisen between
 8       6, XI  |     and finishes all care and feeling. This too is a question
 9       6, XII |     continued in it. Instead, feeling sorrow and disgust at it,
10       6, XIII|     distinguish, by a certain feeling impossible to describe,
11       6, III |      mind, now in a confident feeling that what had been said
12       8, XII |     Likewise, my own childish feeling which was, through the youthful
13       9, XXXV| oftentimes arrests me? Is the feeling of curiosity not the same
14       9, XL  |     to a most rare and inward feeling, an inexplicable sweetness.