Breaks the tense stillness.... Why should I not sleep?
This letter here, to Atticus, can wait....
No! I had better write it now, this court
Is cool enough, the plashing fountain pleasant,
Stylus and tablets on the table there....
Let me begin!... Where did I buy this style?
Oh yes, at Patras, where we had to leave
Poor Tiro sick—well, he is better now—
And, Jupiter be thanked! I have escaped
Safely from that accursed province! Gods!