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We have a wonderful fair wood-music round this Solitude of ours

Posted on March 16, 2016 by mafalda

Soon after the date of the following letter, Miss Ferrier (born in Edinburgh in 1844) went out to Hyères and stayed with her friends through the trying weeks which followed. Her brother Walter, one of RLS’s oldest and most intimate … Continue reading →

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Tales for winter nights

Posted on April 11, 2015 by mafalda

RLS had asked his friends to write a testimonial in support of his candidature for the Edinburgh History Chair. [Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew … Continue reading →

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You must like my wife, because she likes cats

Posted on April 8, 2015 by mafalda

RLS’s had asked his friend Gosse to write a testimonial in support of his candidature for the Edinburgh History Chair. [As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this … Continue reading →

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The tales are all ghastly

Posted on April 2, 2015 by mafalda

At Kinniard Cottage, Pitlochry, Perthshire, RLS was for some weeks in good health and working order. His mother described the house in a letter as ‘a nice little Highland cottage with a pleasant talkative mother to cook for us and … Continue reading →

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Here I am in my native land

Posted on March 31, 2015 by mafalda

RLS and Fanny travelled from Paris to London soon after 18 May, 1881, visiting Fanny’s son, Lloyd, who was studying at York. Then they returned to Scotland, moving (on 6 June) to Pitlochry, Perthshire, and staying at first at Fisher’s … Continue reading →

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We found the place a bed of lilacs and nightingales (first time I ever heard one)

Posted on March 29, 2015 by mafalda

On the way home from Switzerland to Scotland RLS had stopped for a while at Fontainebleau, and then in Paris; whence, finding himself unpleasantly affected by the climate, he presently took refuge at St. Germain-en-Laye. That was the fifth cholera … Continue reading →

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Vividness and not style is now my line

Posted on September 6, 2014 by mafalda

An excursion in the company of his parents to the Land’s End, Cornwall, in August 1877. The Sire de Maletroit’s Mousetrap was published in Temple Bar (Jan 1878) as The Sire de Maletroit’s Door and reprinted in New Arabian Nights … Continue reading →

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We have a wonderful fair wood-music round this Solitude of ours

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Tales for winter nights

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You must like my wife, because she likes cats

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The tales are all ghastly

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Here I am in my native land

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We found the place a bed of lilacs and nightingales (first time I ever heard one)

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Vividness and not style is now my line

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