Book, Chapter

 1    1,   6|        incomparable art. (I was holding forth along these lines
 2    1,  15|    rocks in the vicinity. After holding a consultation with Giton,
 3    1,  21|      SEVENTEENTH.~We were still holding our tongues and refraining
 4    1,  30|      bridal-veil, the catamite, holding a torch, led the long procession
 5    2,  33|          wearing his hair long, holding a caduceus in his hand,
 6    2,  51|      and the doctors forbid our holding it in. Everything's ready
 7    2,  57|        very boresome fool stood holding a ladder, ordering his boy
 8    2,  62|      who had for some time been holding in his laughter, burst into
 9    2,  73|       Habinnas hummed with him, holding his finger pressed to his
10    2,  75|     place a statue of Fortunata holding a dove and leading a little
11    3, 101|         not far from the crier, holding out a silver tray upon which
12    3, 102|          nearly suffocated from holding his breath, suddenly sneezed
13    4, 112|      the ship's figurehead and, holding it out, advanced boldly
14    4, 119|        interminable. As we were holding a council, next day, to
15    4, 128|     dost not know the secret~Of holding the hills of Rome? Take
16    5, 145|       the shameless lookers-on, holding their attention with their
17    5, 159| sodomites and catamites by thus holding out the middle finger, and