Book,  Chapter

1        I,  II  |     power, but his inexhaustible memory made him a living encyclopaedia;
2        I,  V   |       crust of bread, a lapse of memory of which the worthy soldier
3        I,  VII | principles; and, by an effort of memory, he managed to recall some
4        I,  X   |       past life floated upon his memory; his thoughts sped away
5        I,  XIX |       that came uppermost to his memory. “Silence!”~Servadac was
6       II,  VII |       forced to confess that his memory had failed him.~“Well, then,”
7       II,  VIII|  lieutenant having refreshed his memory by reference to Flammarion’