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“I do not write possibly with all the really somewhat sickened gravity I feel”

Posted on January 6, 2018 by mafalda

[As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 5, 1798.] To Anne Jenkin [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 375-377] [Skerryvore, Bournemouth, Late April 1887] My dear … Continue reading →

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These conventional, rigid, and egg-dancing arts

Posted on May 23, 2016 by mafalda

In reply to a gift of books, including the correspondent’s wellknown translation of Sophocles. [As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 5, 1314.] To … Continue reading →

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Dear reader, I deceive you with husks, the real works and all the pleasure are still mine and incommunicable

Posted on March 2, 2016 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 4, 1232.] To William Ernest Henley [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 145-147] La Solitude, Hyères [c. 13 March 1884] Dear … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged admiration, aphorism, art, author, band, beauty, blue, body, Brashiana, bulk, Bulk Delights Publishers, calm, critical, death, deceive, dedication, dictionary, discontented, excellence, flesh, fortune, god, green, health, Henley, hornpipes, husks, Hyères, incommunicable, larks, Latin, logic, love, mend, merits, moralist, music, oceans, palace, park, Penny Whistles, pleasure, practiser, produce, profession, proof, putrefaction, reader, reeds, rivals, river, Robert Louis Stevenson, self, sight, sing, sky-scattering, sleep, sobriety, squall, sunrise, tiddy-iddity, vanity, venture, waken, weather, widowed, wife | Leave a comment

I envy you your wife, your home, your child – I was going to say your cat

Posted on October 18, 2014 by mafalda

The ‘humorous friend’ was Charles Baxter: RLS stayed the weekend with the Baxters at Lochcote House near Bathgate, now demolished. Edmund William Gosse used to sign with two initials, E.W.G. The nickname Weg was fastened on him by RLS, partly … Continue reading →

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O for the good, fleshly stupidity of the woods, the body conscious of itself all over and the mind forgotten!

Posted on July 12, 2014 by mafalda

RLS returned home from his first visit at Barbizon on 23 April 1875. The rehearsals were those of Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night for amateur theatricals at Professor Fleeming Jenkin’s in which Stevenson played the part of Orsino (the leading character of … Continue reading →

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“I do not write possibly with all the really somewhat sickened gravity I feel”

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These conventional, rigid, and egg-dancing arts

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Dear reader, I deceive you with husks, the real works and all the pleasure are still mine and incommunicable

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I envy you your wife, your home, your child – I was going to say your cat

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O for the good, fleshly stupidity of the woods, the body conscious of itself all over and the mind forgotten!

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