I have sent you a copy of Oppius’s letter, since it was very kind. About Ocella, while you dither and write me back nothing, I have come to a private decision; and so I think I shall be at Rome on the day before the Ides. It seemed more sensible that I should be there in vain, when it was not necessary, than not be there if there were need; and at the same time I was afraid of being cut off. For he can be on the move at any moment now. Though there are mixed rumours, many of them such as I should wish true, still nothing certain. As for me — whatever comes of it, I would rather have my mind hanging in suspense beside you than away from you, for both your sake and my own. But what shall I say? Take heart. About the Heraclidean piece Hērakleideion of Varro — nice work. Nothing has ever so delighted me. But this and other greater matters in person.