Chapter

 1 V      |      did not know it. I am half dead with hunger. Come on, and
 2 VII    |     clock I fell upon my bed, a dead lump of inert matter. All
 3 XIII   |      marked the next day. Bogs, dead levels, melancholy desert
 4 XXI    |       hands and knees, and half dead, at the junction of the
 5 XXI    |       roads you would drop half dead, and I kept my last drop
 6 XXII   |     springs. But, no, there was dead silence.~And now my limbs
 7 XXIII  |   granite wall, a kind of dull, dead rumbling, like distant thunder.
 8 XXXV   |         winds are hushed into a dead calm; nature seems to breathe
 9 XXXVIII| Liedenbrock sea, when they were dead and turning to dust, or
10 XLV    |      States!~But there was one ‘dead fly’ amidst all this glory