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“A dreamer of dreams, I call it: it is just a gossip with stories”

Posted on April 14, 2018 by mafalda

Fanny Stevenson had left Saranac Lake on October 6th, 1887, to visit her mother and sister Josephine (a banker’s wife) at Danville, Indiana. [Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by the editor of the Anderson’s Sale Catalogue, while the … Continue reading →

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“The month it is the drear October by the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir”

Posted on March 11, 2018 by mafalda

[As usual, for correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 6, 1890.] To Henry James [Colvin 1911, 3, pp- 22-24] [Saranac Lake, 6 October 1887] I know not the day; but the month it is the drear October … 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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As for my wife, that was the best investment ever made by man

Posted on January 19, 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 4, 1181.] To his mother [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 181-182] La Solitude, Hyères [November 1883] My dear … Continue reading →

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I have had to go full-tilt at tushery for a while

Posted on November 6, 2015 by mafalda

‘Tushery’ had been a name in use between RLS and Henley for romances of the Ivanhoe type. He now applies it to his own tale of the Wars of the Roses, The Black Arrow, written for Young Folks. RLS began … Continue reading →

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We should all hurry up and praise the living

Posted on June 15, 2015 by mafalda

RLS’s London friend, Edmund Gosse, married Ellen (Nellie) Epps (1850-1929), daughter of George Napoleon Epps, a homeopathic doctor, in 1875. She had sent RLS a miniature Bible illustrated with rude cuts, picked up at an outdoor stall. [For correct and … Continue reading →

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Art and marriage are two very good stand-bys

Posted on June 8, 2015 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 3, 915.] To Charles Baxter [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 77-78] [Chalet am Stein, Davos], 22nd February ’82. My dear … Continue reading →

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“A dreamer of dreams, I call it: it is just a gossip with stories”

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“The month it is the drear October by the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir”

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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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As for my wife, that was the best investment ever made by man

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I have had to go full-tilt at tushery for a while

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We should all hurry up and praise the living

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Art and marriage are two very good stand-bys

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