Chapter

 1 1|      would look on us then as mere human clay; we with our
 2 1| reduced to a single idea. The mere routine of living brings
 3 2|       pain is resolved into a mere idea, and pleasure becomes
 4 2|       soul and reduce it to a mere husk; and was it not this
 5 2|       while. I felt no longer mere admiration and desire: I
 6 2|       varied for friends, for mere acquaintances, or for strangers. ~" '
 7 2| failure and deceit! It was no mere question of money now, but
 8 2|       on the contrary, seem a mere trifle. Perhaps love must
 9 2|      which makes a man into a mere disgusting apparatus, a
10 3|     his coat came to grief (a mere supposition), I should have
11 3|     in the morning when, at a mere expression of civility,
12 3|    scarcely acquainted with a mere fraction of the countless
13 3|       in height looks to be a mere weed; wide valleys look