Letter 37

Quintus Aurelius SymmachusUnknown|c. 383 AD|symmachus

They say snails, when they're thirsty and no dew falls from the sky, survive on their own moisture. That's been my situation — abandoned by the nourishment of your eloquence, I sustain myself on what little I have.

You've put off writing for a long time now, and I'm beginning to worry that a father's affection might actually be closing its door on me. If I'm wrong about that, then prove it: make answering my letters your first priority, ahead of everything else.

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

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