This young man is more precious than I myself am. Also, this man is not from me, but is from my brother. The enthusiasms of my brother are soon still further unlike mine. I have urged my life in the city and I have aimed at peace, that which some consider fortunate, I have never had a wife. But he has done these: he led a life not in the forum, but the fields, he received little money, married a chaste wife, and had two sons. From him I adopted the older one for me myself. I reared him from a small boy, I have loved him as my own. In that young man is my enjoyment; it alone is dear to me
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