Letter 88: Some letters dated last spring have just arrived from Thrace.
To Pylaemenes.
Some letters dated last spring have just arrived from Thrace. I turned the whole bundle upside down looking for one that might bear the famous name of Pylaemenes. It would have been unworthy of me to read any other first — but there were none. Not one.
You have forgotten me. Or perhaps the world has swallowed you up. Either way, I am disappointed. Write to me. Even a single line would be enough.
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