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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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“We fell out my wife and I” (the Tragic Woman and the Flimsy Man)

Posted on October 21, 2017 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 5, 1733.] To Henry James [Colvin 1912, pp. 223-224] Skerryvore, Bournemouth [c. 23 December 1886] All the salutations! My … Continue reading →

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– Ah, monsieur, vous êtes bien jeune! –

Posted on July 28, 2017 by mafalda

In his recent days in Paris, RLS’s chivalrous feelings had been shocked by the scene in the Demi-Monde of Dumas fils, where Suzanne d’Ange is trapped by Olivier de Jalin. William Archer, the Scottish critic and writer, had asked RLS … Continue reading →

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“If Mr Shaw is thirty, he had best be told that he is a romantic, and pursue romance with his eyes open”

Posted on April 15, 2017 by mafalda

[For correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 5, 1575.] To William Archer [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 48-50] [Skerryvore, c. 9 March 1886] My dear Archer, What am I to say? I have read your friend’s book with … Continue reading →

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To have suffered… sets a keen edge on what remains of the agreeable. This is a great truth, and has to be learned in the fire

Posted on December 8, 2016 by mafalda

[As usual, for correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 5, 1485.] To William Archer [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 297-299] [Skerryvore, Bournemouth, 1 November 1885] Dear Mr. Archer, It is possible my father may be soon down with … Continue reading →

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To me, the medicine bottles on my chimney and the blood on my handkerchief are accidents; they do not colour my view of life… they do not exist in my prospect

Posted on December 3, 2016 by mafalda

[For correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 5, 1484.] To William Archer [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 299-302] Skerryvore, Bournemouth [30 October 1885] Dear Mr. Archer, You will see that I had already had a sight of your … Continue reading →

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I hear on all sides I am to be attacked as an immoral writer

Posted on November 28, 2016 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, 1481.] To Henry James [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 295-297] Skerryvore, Bournemouth, October 28, 1885 My dear … 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”

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“We fell out my wife and I” (the Tragic Woman and the Flimsy Man)

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– Ah, monsieur, vous êtes bien jeune! –

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“If Mr Shaw is thirty, he had best be told that he is a romantic, and pursue romance with his eyes open”

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To have suffered… sets a keen edge on what remains of the agreeable. This is a great truth, and has to be learned in the fire

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To me, the medicine bottles on my chimney and the blood on my handkerchief are accidents; they do not colour my view of life… they do not exist in my prospect

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I hear on all sides I am to be attacked as an immoral writer

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