Letter 3024: Here we are, idling in the countryside and enjoying autumn in all its variety.
Here we are, idling in the countryside and enjoying autumn in all its variety. After committing the new wines to their casks — crushed by foot and press until they ran free — we've been grinding Sicyonian olives in the trapetum [olive press], so the early fruit can be worked into green oil while it's still fresh. Meanwhile, the game-drives through the brushwood keep the hunt dogs busy, and the uncertain farmer runs from one task to the next. Some men use ladders [Text breaks off in source.]
Modern English rendering for readability. See the 19th-century translation or original Latin/Greek for scholarly use.
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