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“I like more and more naked writing; and yet sometimes one has a longing for full colour…”

Posted on March 16, 2023 by mafalda

[As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 8, 2563.] To Sidney Colvin [Vailima Letters, pp. 198-204] [Vailima,] April 25th [1893] My dear Colvin, Today early … Continue reading →

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“I am like to be a millionaire if this goes on, and be publicly hanged at the social revolution”

Posted on April 29, 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 6, 1907.] To William Archer [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 18-19] Saranac Lake, [Mid-]October 1887 Dear Archer, Many … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged Adirondacks, air, Archer, biographer, Black Arrow, bourgeois, cold, despondency, dying, eating, editor, essays, fires, health, hills, Indiana, Lloyd, millionaire, money, mother, payment, pencilings, proofs, revolution, Robert Louis Stevenson, salary, Saranac Lake, Scribners, shame, shrew, sleeping, Tomarcher, wife, Wondrous Tale | Leave a comment

It seems to me even dangerous to send patients to the Riviera, without special hints

Posted on May 21, 2016 by mafalda

Horace Benge Dobell was an English doctor and medical writer, Physician at the Royal Hospital for Diseases of the Chest, London (1859-1875), and later consulting physician at the Mont Dore sanitorium for patients with chest diseases at Bournemouth. In his … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged air, amenity, bedrooms, Bournemouth, Cannes, climate, danger, Davos, dinners, Dobell, doctors, gentleness, germs, hill, hotels, house, Hyères, meal, misconception, mistral, Monte Carlo, nerves, Nice, objections, oppression, phthisical, Riviera, Robert Louis Stevenson, sea-wind, situation, table d’hôte, testimony, town government, valleys, wet, wind | 1 Comment

A man of my peculiar cut… into an Alpine valley shut

Posted on February 17, 2015 by mafalda

Addressed by way of thanks to a friend at Cambridge, Albert George Dew-Smith, who had sent RLS a present of a box of cigarettes. Dew-Smith, a man of fine artistic tastes and mechanical genius, with a silken, somewhat foreign urbanity … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged air, Alps, belly, blue, bran, bull, cigarette, climate, company, crash, crew, dancing, Davos, debt, deray, devil, Dew-Smith, divine, dogs, earth, English, eternal vault, fate, flight, food, fool, gallop, Hôtel Belvedere, human beings, idle, inns, inoffensive, Landwasser, moistened, native race, panting, place, Platz, pleased, pool, prate, providences, river, road, Robert Louis Stevenson, romantic enterprise, run, sit, smite, smoke, snow, sterling, strange, thunder, unperturbed, weather, work, yodel | Leave a comment

‘Vixerunt nonnulli in agris, delectati re sua familiari’

Posted on February 5, 2015 by mafalda

RLS and Fanny were married on 19 May 1880 by the Revd William Anderson Scott, a Scots Presbyterian minister, at his home in Post Street, San Francisco. After staying 3 days at the Palace Hotel, they left San Francisco. on … Continue reading →

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I have tales enough to keep you going till five in the morning

Posted on November 20, 2014 by mafalda

The Athæneum of 27 September 1879 announced that RLS intended to publish a volume containing his essays from the Cornhill and London. The book finally would be published as Virginibus Puerisque by Kegan Paul in 1881. Henley was reviewing (The … Continue reading →

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No man is any use until he has dared everything

Posted on October 25, 2014 by mafalda

RLS’s rail journey across America began from the New Jersey terminal of the Pennsylvania Railroad on the evening of 18 August 1879. At Pittsburgh on 19 August evening he changed to the Pittsburgh, Fort Wayne and Chicago Railroad and travelled … Continue reading →

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The handwriting is not good because of the ship’s misconduct

Posted on October 22, 2014 by mafalda

In France, RLS had met Fanny Van de Grift Osbourne, the American lady who was afterwards to become his wife. Her domestic relations had not been fortunate; and almost from their first meeting, at Grez in 1876, he conceived for … Continue reading →

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What good travellers we are, if we had only faith

Posted on October 10, 2014 by mafalda

Edmund William Gosse (1849-1928) was an art critic, author, poet and close friend to RLS. They first met in 1870, and in 1896 Gosse will remember that circumstance: “At the tail of this chatty, jesting little crowd of invaders came … 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 like more and more naked writing; and yet sometimes one has a longing for full colour…”

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“I am like to be a millionaire if this goes on, and be publicly hanged at the social revolution”

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It seems to me even dangerous to send patients to the Riviera, without special hints

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A man of my peculiar cut… into an Alpine valley shut

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‘Vixerunt nonnulli in agris, delectati re sua familiari’

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I have tales enough to keep you going till five in the morning

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No man is any use until he has dared everything

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The handwriting is not good because of the ship’s misconduct

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What good travellers we are, if we had only faith

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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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