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“I wish to die in my boots; no more Land of Counterpane for me”

Posted on January 15, 2022 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter see Mehew 7, 2408.] To Sidney Colvin (continued) [Colvin 1911, 4, pp. 44-62] [Vailima, 9 May 1892] Meanwhile my business was still untransacted. And … Continue reading →

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“He managed to be his own enemy and mine, but I should not wish him to lose”

Posted on October 16, 2021 by mafalda

[For full, correct and critical edition of this letter see Mehew 7, 2385.] To Charles Baxter [Baxter Letters, pp. 293-5: http://www.hathitrust.org%5D [Vailima] 31 January 1892 My dear C.B., I had a strange rambling dream about you last night, in which I am … Continue reading →

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That is where I am; next day he is to be put ashore in Appin, and be present at Colin Campbell’s death

Posted on February 27, 2017 by mafalda

The novel Kidnapped, telling the adventures of David Balfour, had at this time just been taken up again, and the writer explained the course of the story to his father, who had taken the deepest interest in it since they visited … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged Appin, Balfour, blind, Campbell, catechist, Covenant, Earraid, father, highway robber, Kidnapped, Kingairloch, Kinlochaline, Long Island, Morven, Mull, Patience, religion, Robert Louis Stevenson, Scott, Shelley, Skerryvore, Society for the Propagation of Christian Knowledge, Tarrans, Taylor, Thomas Stevenson, tide, Toronsay, Treasure Island, Wellington | 1 Comment

We’ll no gie ower jist yet a bittie. We’ve seen waur; and dod, mem, it’s my belief that we’ll see better

Posted on June 5, 2016 by mafalda

Elizabeth Anne Ferrier (“Coggie”) was the sister of one of RLS’s oldest and most intimate friends of Edinburgh days, Walter, who had died of alcoholism the previous year. The “Perfessor and his wife, and the Prinshiple” (at the end of … Continue reading →

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These conventional, rigid, and egg-dancing arts

Posted on May 23, 2016 by mafalda

In reply to a gift of books, including the correspondent’s wellknown translation of Sophocles. [As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 5, 1314.] To … 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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We can’t stand the ‘sigh’ nor the ‘peruke’

Posted on March 6, 2015 by mafalda

Edmund Gosse’s anthology, English Odes, was published by Kegan Paul in 1881. John Addington Symonds, translator, biographer and historian of the Italian Renaissance, had established his home at Davos in search of cure for tubercolosis, and made friends with RLS. … Continue reading →

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“I wish to die in my boots; no more Land of Counterpane for me”

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“He managed to be his own enemy and mine, but I should not wish him to lose”

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That is where I am; next day he is to be put ashore in Appin, and be present at Colin Campbell’s death

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We’ll no gie ower jist yet a bittie. We’ve seen waur; and dod, mem, it’s my belief that we’ll see better

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These conventional, rigid, and egg-dancing arts

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Tales for winter nights

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We can’t stand the ‘sigh’ nor the ‘peruke’

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