Letter 220
To Olympius. (360)
Your letter arrived at exactly the right moment -- when I was beginning to wonder whether the world contained anyone who still valued the things we value. It does, of course, and you are proof of it. But the proof needs refreshing from time to time, and your letters perform that service admirably.
The situation here is as you might imagine. The school continues, the students work, and I deliver my lectures with whatever energy the gods grant me on any given day. Some days that energy is considerable; others, I confess, I wonder why I bother. But then a student says something that shows genuine understanding, or a letter arrives from a friend like you, and the doubt retreats for another season.
The political climate I will not describe in detail -- you know it as well as I do, and letters have a way of being read by unintended eyes. Suffice it to say that those who love the traditional ways of worship and education have reason for both hope and anxiety, and that the balance between the two shifts almost daily.
What I can tell you is that our mutual friend has recovered from his difficulties and is once again active in the affairs of the city. His enemies, who thought they had finished him, underestimated his resilience and the loyalty of those who know his worth. There is a lesson in that for all of us.
Write again soon, and send more than a single page next time. Your letters are too good to be so brief.
Modern English rendering for readability. See the 19th-century translation or original Latin/Greek for scholarly use.
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