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Long life to our friendship, and that means, I do most firmly believe, to these clay continents on which we fly our colours!

Posted on June 19, 2016 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and criticaledition of this letter, see Mehew 5, 1330.] To W.E. Henley [Colvin 1912, pp. 198-199] Bonaille Towers, Bournemouth, 14 November 1884. My dear boy, A thousand … 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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Thirty-two years now finished!

Posted on August 30, 2015 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 4, 1012.] To his Mother [Colvin 1911, 2, p. 110] Campagne Defli, St. Marcel, Banlieue de Marseille, November 13, … Continue reading →

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Does it not seem as if things were fluid?

Posted on March 24, 2014 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sir Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 1, 168]. To his mother [Colvin 1911, pp. 96-98] Hôtel du Pavillon, Menton, November 13, 1873. My dear … Continue reading →

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I am driven forward by restlessness

Posted on March 22, 2014 by mafalda

On the advice of the Lord Advocate it has been agreed that RLS will present himself for admission as a student at one of the London Inns of Court and come to town after the middle of October, 1873, to … Continue reading →

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Long life to our friendship, and that means, I do most firmly believe, to these clay continents on which we fly our colours!

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

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Thirty-two years now finished!

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Does it not seem as if things were fluid?

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I am driven forward by restlessness

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