Book, Chapter

 1    1,  14|       I have done, you triple fool, when I was dying of hunger?
 2    1,  20|         that you could make a fool of me, did you? I am Quartilla'
 3    2,  47|   been left to him. Then that fool friend of yours, in a fit
 4    2,  50|       know that you're only a fool with a lot of learning.
 5    2,  57|   came in and a very boresome fool stood holding a ladder,
 6    2,  78|    leg because I was a damned fool and didn't want to seem
 7    3,  96| gnawing pangs to   kill.~What fool would thirst upon a river'
 8    3, 102|  pot-house to another, like a fool!" (But) Giton was far more
 9    5, 145|    women. "Here like a triple fool I waited till midnight for
10    5, 145|       grinned when some young fool came to him with a blennorrhoeal
11    5, 160|     everything; you're such a fool you never do a thing of