Letter 1037: They say snails, when they're thirsty and no dew falls from the sky, survive on their own moisture.
They say snails, when they're thirsty and no dew falls from the sky, survive on their own moisture. That's been my situation — abandoned by the nourishment of your eloquence, I sustain myself on what little I have.
You've put off writing for a long time now, and I'm beginning to worry that a father's affection might actually be closing its door on me. If I'm wrong about that, then prove it: make answering my letters your first priority, ahead of everything else.
Modern English rendering for readability. See the 19th-century translation or original Latin/Greek for scholarly use.
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