§12.9.1ne ego essem hic libenter atque id cotidie magis, ni esset ea causa quam tibi superioribus litteris scripsi.
Indeed, I should be staying here with pleasure, and more so every day, were it not for that cause of which I wrote to you in my previous letter.
nihil hac solitudine iucundius, nisi paulum interpellasset Amyntae filius.
Nothing could be more pleasant than this solitude, had not the son of Amyntas interrupted me a little.
ὢ ἀπεραντολογίας ἀηδοῦσ! cetera noli putare amabiliora fieri posse villa, litore, prospectu maris, tumulis his rebus omnibus.
Oh, what unpleasant, endless chatter! For the rest, do not think that anything could be more lovely than this villa, the shore, the view of the sea, the hills, indeed all these things.
sed neque haec digna longioribus litteris nec erat quod scriberem, et somnus urgebat.
But neither are these matters worthy of a longer letter, nor was there anything for me to write, and sleep is pressing upon me.