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The optimistic Stevenson

Posted on April 2, 2016 by mafalda

As a young art student, Arthur Trevor Haddon (1864-1941), English portrait painter, had won a scholarship at the Slade School in 1883. [As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition … Continue reading →

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Many a long hour we passed in graveyards, the man who has gone and I

Posted on January 24, 2016 by mafalda

Miss Ferrier’s brother, Walter, one of RLS’s oldest and most intimate friends of Edinburgh days, had lately died of alcoholism, at the same age as RLS. [Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and … Continue reading →

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Our little lives are moments in the wake of the eternal silence: but how crowded while they last

Posted on December 5, 2015 by mafalda

In memory of one of the oldest and most intimate of his friends of Edinburgh days, James Walter Ferrier, who died of alcoholism three weeks before, at the same age as RLS, 33. The reference to a Mrs. Leslie is … Continue reading →

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I do not think many wives are better loved than mine will be

Posted on December 20, 2014 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 3, 682.] To Edmund Gosse [Colvin 1912, pp. 132-135] 608 Bush Street, San Francisco, California, Jan. 23, … Continue reading →

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Tag Archives: affection

The optimistic Stevenson

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Many a long hour we passed in graveyards, the man who has gone and I

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Our little lives are moments in the wake of the eternal silence: but how crowded while they last

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I do not think many wives are better loved than mine will be

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