Book, Chapter

1  Int,   2|      left it, because both were tired out from tramping around
2    1,  11|        but Ascyltos himself, as tired as I was, and almost dead;
3    2,  77|        occupied this very spot. Tired out at last, he sat down,
4    5, 141|         a public goose. Growing tired of this nonsense at last, "
5    5, 145| naughtiness none could surpass. Tired of a thousand methods of
6    5, 160|       floor, the very walls get tired of listening to your grumbling