I was in a high fever when I got to Pskoff, and by nightfall I was lying delirious in the streets somewhere or other!
Marie lay in a state of uncomfortable delirium the whole while; she coughed dreadfully.
Oh, you were raving, you were in a fever; you are still half delirious.
As for your wish to go with Rogojin, that was simply the idea of a delirious and suffering brain.
You are delirious.
Why, she always acts as though she were in a delirium now-a-days!
A knife made to a special pattern, and six people killed in a kind of delirium.
It was not in the least surprising that Rogojin should be, at this time, in a more or less delirious condition; for not to speak of the excitements of the day, he had spent the night before in the train, and had not slept more than a wink for forty-eight hours.
And, for a few warm, hasty words spoken in Moscow, Parfen had called him "brother," while he—but no, this was delirium!
I was delirious, do not dare to triumph!
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"He’s either mad or delirious," murmured Rogojin.
Besides, I had felt ill since the morning; and by evening I was so weak that I took to my bed, and was in high fever at intervals, and even delirious.
I did not for a moment suspect that I was delirious and that this Rogojin was but the result of fever and excitement.
I tell you again, I consider all that has passed a delirium, an insane dream.
I thought of all this by snatches probably between my attacks of delirium—for an hour and a half or so before Colia’s departure.
You are delirious—
I wish to verify the working of the natural logic of my ideas tomorrow during the reading—whether I am capable of detecting logical errors, and whether all that I have meditated over during the last six months be true, or nothing but delirium.
There was much more of this delirious wandering in the letters—one of them was very long.
That he always HAD felt this he was ready to swear, although he was half delirious at the moment.
Stupid @ bosh it was—written in delirium.
On this particular night, while in semi-delirium, he had an idea: what if on the morrow he were to have a fit before everybody?
He evidently had sudden fits of returning animation, when he awoke from his semi-delirium; then, recovering full self-possession for a few moments, he would speak, in disconnected phrases which had perhaps haunted him for a long while on his bed of suffering, during weary, sleepless nights.
"Two minutes more, if you please, dear Ivan Fedorovitch," said Lizabetha Prokofievna to her husband; "it seems to me that he is in a fever and delirious; you can see by his eyes what a state he is in; it is impossible to let him go back to Petersburg tonight.