Letter 341: You have not yet ceased to be offended with me, and so I tremble as I write. If you have cared, why, my dear sir, do you not write? If you are still offended, a thing alien from any reasonable soul and from your own, why, while you are preaching to others, that they must not keep their anger till sundown, have you kept yours during many suns?

Basil of CaesareaBasil of Caesarea|c. 377 AD|basil caesarea
friendship

You still haven't forgiven me — I can feel it as I write this, and it makes my hand shake.

If you're no longer upset, then why haven't you written? And if you are still upset — which seems strange for a man of your wisdom and character — consider this: you preach to others that anger must not last past sundown [a reference to Ephesians 4:26], yet you've held onto yours through many sunsets.

Perhaps your plan was to punish me by cutting me off from the sound of your voice? Please, my dear friend — be kind. Let me enjoy that golden tongue of yours again.

Modern English rendering for readability. See the 19th-century translation or original Latin/Greek for scholarly use.

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