Book, Chapter

 1    2,  61|     but worms breed in tender flesh. Look at him laugh! What
 2    5, 145| because they render their own flesh worse! I admonish my friends,
 3    5, 145|   will disguise the taste! No flesh is palatable of itself,
 4    5, 145|      the Saguntines ate human flesh when besieged by Hannibal,
 5    5, 145|       thought of eating human flesh that makes you squeamish,
 6    5, 152|      black gauze and delicate flesh showed within. A cloud of
 7    5, 156|     necessity of 'killing the flesh.' They sometimes succeed
 8    5, 156|     ye must do is to kill the flesh. Ye must become like unto
 9    6     |       father according to the flesh, are descendants of a courtesan.~
10    6     |     from the pleasures of the flesh. When these absurdities
11    6     |       in bloom, that new-born flesh which palpitates softly