I,1. My dearest son Victor, I examined your letter, full of the most agreeable scent of faith and charity, with all pleasure and enthusiasm of the soul. I found the subject that you wanted me to refute, the sermon of Fastidiosus. I examined it, as broken by pain, as even more compelled to be terrified by the blasphemy. We knew him to be of the Christian faith, to have made the monastic profession, to have accepted the dignity of the presbyterate (but only in the eyes of men, since he did not have it in front of the Lord), and then to divert from the way of the truth, to forget totally his redemption, to become the servant of fornication and luxury, and to reject because of it the majesty of the divine service. And so he became a heretic from the Catholic [Church], and he started to bring evil things from the evil treasure of his heart. Thus, he vomited out this sermon against the Catholic truth, drunken with the poison of impiety. He spat out the bread of life, and as his name indicates(*), he threw away the salutary food of the true faith. [...]
(*) "Fastidiosus" means "squeamish, disdainful, nauseating".
(trans. S. Adamiak)