Interesting letters in which the friend details various events, as well as more general reflections: "We are in extreme dismay, and we don't know what... The musical works have gone very well but with a brawl among supporters. The first of Capranica, Petrosellini's words were very bad... The second of Scarlatti was better than the first but did not meet expectations. (...) We carry on, and we always hope for supernatural help. And as long as there is food and entertainment, let the world run as it wants. (...) I recognize nothing but vipers all day long, and they think of nothing but gnawing and maligning one another. I console myself with the hope of not having to die in this puddle, otherwise I would already be dead of grief.