Letter 7018: I'm glad you missed hearing from me, but I reject any charge of negligence.
I'm glad you missed hearing from me, but I reject any charge of negligence. My reply was all ready -- it was your own letter-carrier who ran off, alarmed, as I understand it, by worries about your health. So you see: the reasons for my delay were genuine and not conjured from thin air. I won't belabor the point -- truth's case is brief.
I congratulate you on your recovery. After so much fear, the news brought a flood of joy into my heart. The very charm of your letter was the first sign of your returning strength. You ask me to send you [Text breaks off in source.]
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Latin / Greek Original
Vicem sermonis mei desiderasse te gaudeo, sed amolior invidiam neglegentiae.
parata enim responsa desernit tabellarius tuus excitus, ut fando conperi, valetudinis
5 tuae dubio. agnoscis nempe infucatas esse neque ex alto trahi cessationis meae cau-
sas. non ibo longius, quia brevis est adsertio veritatis. nunc sanitatem tibi gratulor,
qua post nimium metum cognita multum diluxit in pectore meo gaudii. indicium au- 2
tcm respirantis vigoris litterarum tuarum iucunditas praetulit. petis namque, ut tibi
Revision history
- 2026-03-20v2.1.0-import
Initial corpus import from Seeck edition OCR from Internet Archive.
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