I am worried and anxious about the candidature of my Sextus Erucius. I am full of worry, and feel for my second self, as if I was feeling for another me. My honour, my reputation, my position are all being put to the test: it was I who obtained from our Emperor for Sextus the right to wear the latus clavis, it was I who secured for him the quaestorship; it was owing to my political support that he was advanced to the right of standing for the tribunate, and unless he is elected by the Senate, I am afraid that it will look as if I had deceived the Emperor.
Regulus freed him from his parental control in order that he could succeed to his mother's property, but after freeing him (those who knew the man spoke of it as a release from slavery) he tried to win his affections by treating him with a pretended indulgence which was as disgraceful as it was unusual in a father. Incredible, but recognise that it was Regulus. Now that his son is dead, he is mad with this loss. The boy had a number of ponies, some in harness and others free, dogs both great and small, nightingales, parrots and blackbirds – all these Regulus slaughtered at his pyre.
Ummidia Quadratilla died at a little less than her eightieth year of her life, youthful right up to her last illness and hardy and sturdy in her body beyond the ways of a woman. She died with a most honest will: she left two-third of her heir to her grandson and one-third to her granddaughter. I know her granddaughter very little, but I love her grandson most dearly.
I have taken into close friendship Suetonius Tranquillus, the most honest, most excellent and most learned man, and the more closely I inspect him the more I have begun to love him. He ought to receive the ius tribum liberorum for two reasons: he has won the affection of his friends and he is in a marriage that is too little blessed with children.