A 2000-year-old postcard
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> Thank you for writing so often. By doing so you give me a glimpse of yourself in the only way you can. I never get a letter from you without instantly feeling we’re together. If pictures of absent friends are a source of pleasure to us, refreshing the memory and relieving the sense of void with a solace however insubstantial and unreal, how much more so are letters, which carry marks and signs of an absent friend that are real. For the handwriting of a friend affords us what is so delightful about seeing him again, the sense of recognition.
Who would write like that nowadays? I always feel like this old way of writing is a sign of higher beings.
But if you like that kind of writing, then try writing like that! If you keep at it, your friends will at least to recognise that style of writing as part of you. :-)
only the most poetic stuff survived I think, the receipts and useless spam mail was thrown out / recycled
Keep in mind, too, that that text is a translation. Seneca didn't write that. A translator named Robin Campbell did. I trust Campbell captured the essence of what Seneca meant, and I'm willing to believe its beauty in English is analogous to the beauty of Seneca's Latin, but who writes like that nowadays? Robin Campbell did in 1969, pretty close to nowadays!
I didn't knew about Robin Campbell, will give it a try :)
Many personal messages, for example:
'Caelum crebris imbribus ac nebulis foedum' - the sky is obscured by constant rain and cloud...
or 'Commilitones mei non dolor. Quibusdam placet mitti iubet' - My fellow soldiers have no beer. Please order some to be sent.