Chapter

 1 1|    world. After this first hazy idea he would fain have selected
 2 1|         the spectre forbade the idea of anything supernatural;
 3 1|       stranger, "that I have no idea how the letters could be
 4 1|     what abides with you but an idea? Think, then, how glorious
 5 1|   thence uncounted pleasures in idea, unspoiled by earthly stains.
 6 1|     forms; but scarcely a vague idea of this almost Oriental
 7 1|         and reduced to a single idea. The mere routine of living
 8 2|         is resolved into a mere idea, and pleasure becomes a
 9 2|          Was it not the artless idea of playing truant that still
10 2|     knew them not, a very faint idea of the exultation with which
11 2|         watching the dawn of an idea in the space of abstractions
12 2|        like the morning sun; an idea that, better still, attains
13 2|         I but the captive of an idea, imprisoned in my system,
14 2|      two women; all at once the idea of offering to finish Pauline'
15 2|       specie will give you some idea of the value of that squandered
16 2|    subordinated to the original idea. In a gothic boudoir the
17 2|        makes you shudder at the idea of belonging to another;
18 2|       express. Can you form any idea, my friend, of the pain
19 2|         I have not given up the idea of coming back. Keep my
20 3| restored and newly framed. This idea found him a clue to the
21 3|     race of donkeys can give no idea of the ass in his pride
22 3|           Quite absorbed by his idea, Planchette took an empty
23 3|        is burdened with a fixed idea. That piece of skin really
24 3|      Shall I live? They have no idea. Planchette was more straightforward