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“All well, not yet put in prison, whatever may be in store for me”

Posted on October 16, 2022 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 7, 2477.] To Sidney Colvin [Colvin 1911, 4, pp. 135-42] [Dictated to Belle] Vailima, October 28th [actually 27th], 1892 … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson, Senza categoria | Tagged 1812, Alameda, amanuensis, Apia, Archie, Auckland, Balfour, bed, bed of justice, beef, Belle, Bourke, Braxfield, business, cablegram, catarrh, cheese, chill, coffee, colds, Colvin, copra, crayfish, curry, Dandie, deportation, dinner, doctor, Edinburgh, Elliott, Europe, Faauma, Fanny, fever, Four Black Brothers, French, Gib, glowing mushrooms, Haggard's, headache, health, Hob, horse, hurricane, In the South Seas, Innes, Iopu, Jim, Kirstie, Lafaele, Lammermuirs, lightning, Lloyd, Lord Justice-Clerk, Lord-Justice General, mission, moonlight, Morse, mother, officialdom, pig, pigeons, prison, pudding, rain, riding, Robert Louis Stevenson, salad, Samoa, Simelé, soup, theft, Two Kirsties of the Cauldstaneslap, Vailima, Vossische Zeitung, warriors, Weir, Weir of Hermiston, witch.fires, workman's home | 1 Comment

“Hawaii ponoi nana i kou moi (Hawaiian God save the King)”

Posted on August 31, 2019 by mafalda

[As usual, for correct and critical edition of this letter see Mehew 6, 2143.] To Charles Baxter [Baxter Letters, pp. 242-3: http://www.hathitrust.org%5D Honolulu, [Postmark 8] March 1889 My dear Charles, At last I have the accounts: the doer has done … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged 17 Heriot Row, accounts, activity, Baxter, Bob Stevenson, Bough, catarrh, champagne, climate, communications, cruise, drinking, drunkenness, Edmonstone, England, father, Feast of Famine, fizz, friends, Galpin, Hawaiian, Henley, Honolulu, income tax, Johnstone, Kalakaua, Liverpool, Lloyd, Mackay, Madeira, Master of Ballantrae, money, moonshee, mother, parties, photograph, rent, Robert Louis Stevenson, South Isles, Tahiti, trust, Van Laun, verses, Wrong Box | Leave a comment

“A man who talks, not one who sings”

Posted on June 23, 2018 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 6, 1950.] To John Addington Symonds [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 28-31] Saranac Lake, Adirondack Mountains, New York, U.S.A., November … Continue reading →

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“And the wind swoops at me round the corner, like a lion, and fluffs the snow in my face”

Posted on June 4, 2018 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 6, 1944.] To Sidney Colvin [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 39-41] Saranac Lake [c. 20 December 1887] My dear Colvin,This … Continue reading →

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“All well, not yet put in prison, whatever may be in store for me”

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“Hawaii ponoi nana i kou moi (Hawaiian God save the King)”

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“A man who talks, not one who sings”

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“And the wind swoops at me round the corner, like a lion, and fluffs the snow in my face”

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