You two seem surprised that I carry my years lightly. So let me take the four charges people bring against old age, and show you that not one of them holds.
You have all the letters now, Lucilius, and you want to know what they come to. Here is the whole of it, before we take it apart.
You asked me to name your disease. I can. And I should tell you at the start that the cure is not stillness.
My friend Scipio died last week. Everyone wants to know how I am bearing it. I would rather tell you what he taught me about friendship.