Book, Chapter

 1    1,  19|        the door, we had a good laugh at the shrewdness of the
 2    2,  40|   exquisite delicacies, with a laugh. "Carver," cried Trimalchio,
 3    2,  50|    belong to our bunch, so you laugh in your sleeve at the way
 4    2,  61|      tender flesh. Look at him laugh! What the hell's he got
 5    2,  61|      What the hell's he got to laugh at? Is his family so damned
 6    2,  65|       afraid these scholars'll laugh at me, but I'll tell my
 7    2,  66| butcher. But he didn't get the laugh on me, even if he did get
 8    4, 117|        neck. But Lycas did not laugh; "If that governor had been
 9    5, 151|     veretriculis' caused me to laugh heartily. And as a matter
10    5, 160|        love me! What makes you laugh when you look at me? What