Pliny Writes To His Friends

I am angry; I do not know whether I ought to be, but I am angry. You know how unfair it is at times, how often I am out of control, how rather prone am I to always complain about love. I do not know whether I have the supply to be fair; fear is great, and I am severely angry, so long as no long letter from you. You have won me over at one time or another, if now at least and your letters are far away from me. This indeed is my only excuse, you see only what is remaining. Not to be able to hear you "I was not in the city" or "I was busy"; May they not allow, may they forbid that so you hear "He is weak." Do not think as much you is to have anxiety. To know what I desire to make and to do. Now I am very much away from your letters! Goodbye!