I must go to sleep.
Forget!
P
Another letter has reached me from Aesop. Still in Adelphi, he writes he has been sick with fever.
“My consolation is that I am sick for good reasons. I am sick of men being mistreated. I am sick of injustice.
“As you know, I have been more than a fly on a chariot wheel. I have spoken out publicly and this has raised dust and stones. People stare at me on the streets.
“I am sick of the aristocrats. I am sick of prejudice and ignorance. There must be a better life.
“A free society...this is the most fabulous joke of all time. The ones who rant loudest about it would run the farthest, were it to happen.
“I may have to flee soon, back to Corinth, it seems. These rulers here have friends. They know how to apply pressure.
“Write me, Sappho. I need your sense of the gracious. Beauty foremost—I wish I could think as you think.