Parte,  Chap.

1   I,    XLVIII|    your worship is so thick of skull and so short of brains that
2  II,       VII|       deep in the cells of his skull; so that to bring him round
3  II,      XVII|       doubt, have softened his skull and brought his brains to
4  II,      XVII| enchanters are softening one's skull; or what could be greater
5  II,     XXXII|      leave my fist sunk in his skull; for cirimonies and soapings
6  II,      XLIX|      down the joke on your own skull."~ ~The young man went his
7  II,       LII|   madness out of Don Quixote's skull; I only laugh, and look