Letter 13: As all the fruits of the season come to us in their proper time, flowers in spring, grain in summer, and apples in autumn, so the fruit for winter is talk. About this page Source. Translated by Blomfield Jackson.
Just as every season brings its own harvest — flowers in spring, grain in summer, apples in autumn — the harvest of winter is conversation.
So here is mine.
Modern English rendering for readability. See the 19th-century translation or original Latin/Greek for scholarly use.
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