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“I find few greater pleasures than reading my own works, but I never, O I never read The Black Arrow”

Posted on December 20, 2023 by mafalda

[As usual, for correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 8, 2716.] To William Archer [Colvin 1911, 4, pp. 291-3] [Beginning dictated to Belle] Vailima, Samoa, March 27th, 1894 My dear Archer, Many thanks for your Theatrical World. … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson, Senza categoria | Tagged amanuensis, Archer, Bauble Shop, Becket, Belle, Black Arrow, Child's Garden of Verses, Europe, Fleming, Hazlitt, Lysaght, Meredith, Robert Louis Stevenson, Samoa, Scottish, shelf, Tennyson, Theatrical World for 1893, Tomarcher, Vailima | 3 Comments

“The proper handling of an author’s books as a whole is his best and really his only good advertisement”

Posted on March 7, 2023 by mafalda

[For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 8, 2555.] To Charles Baxter [Baxter Letters, pp. 326-31: http://www.hathitrust.org%5D [Vailima 16 April 1893] My dear Charles, Yours of 22nd Feb. and 16th March to hand. I seem to have … Continue reading →

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I suppose I shall learn (I begin to think I am learning) to fight this vast, vague feather-bed of an obsession that now overlies and smothers me

Posted on November 10, 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 5, 1473.] To Will H. Low [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 287-289] Skerryvore, Bournemouth, October 22, 1885 My … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged blue, brains, Bunner, chair, child, Child's Garden of Verses, collapse, comicality, debts, dining-room, doggerel, door, eccentric, English edition, entrance, Fanny, feather-bed, fly-leaf, ghost, grandfather, handfuls, health, Indian dress, inscriptions, James, Low, moustache, obsession, Poesy, portrait, Post Office, Prince Otto, queer, Robert Louis Stevenson, sandbag, Sargent, serial, Skerryvore, slowness, staircase, States, touch, velveteen jacket, virtue, wild, wrestler | 2 Comments

The marks of a reader, such as one imagines for oneself in dreams, thoughtful, critical, and kind

Posted on September 25, 2016 by mafalda

An anonymous review of the Child’s Garden of Verses, appearing in the Pall Mall Gazette for March 1885, gave RLS so much pleasure that he wrote (in the four words, ‘Now who are you?’) to inquire the name of its … Continue reading →

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A childish treble note that sounds in my ears freshly; not song, if you will, but a child’s voice

Posted on September 4, 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 5, 1403.] To Edmund Gosse [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 269-272] Bonallie Tower, Bournemouth, March 12, 1885 My … Continue reading →

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We believe in nothing: you don’t, and I don’t

Posted on August 23, 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 5, 1398.] To John Addington Symonds [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 267-269] Bonallie Towers, Bournemouth, 30 [sic!] February … Continue reading →

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I think of giving ’em literature without words; and I believe if you were to try invisible illustration, it would enjoy a considerable vogue

Posted on June 9, 2016 by mafalda

Will Hicock Low was at that time teacher of drawing in the Cooper Institute, NY. [As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 5, 1327.] … Continue reading →

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I fear my affections are not strong to my past works

Posted on May 7, 2016 by mafalda

The play of Deacon Brodie, the joint work of RLS and W.E. Henley, was to be performed in London early in July 1884. [As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical … Continue reading →

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On winter afternoons, late, when the window was blue and spotted with rare rain drops

Posted on May 1, 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, 1285.] To his parents [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 222-223] Hotel Chabassière, Royat [June 1884] My dear … Continue reading →

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Keep the jelly for the last

Posted on January 31, 2016 by mafalda

The persons mentioned below in the third paragraph are cousins of the writer and playmates of his childhood; two of them, christened Lewis like himself after their Balfour grandfather, had been nicknamed after their birthplaces ‘Delhi’ and ‘Cramond’ to avoid … Continue reading →

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“I find few greater pleasures than reading my own works, but I never, O I never read The Black Arrow”

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“The proper handling of an author’s books as a whole is his best and really his only good advertisement”

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I suppose I shall learn (I begin to think I am learning) to fight this vast, vague feather-bed of an obsession that now overlies and smothers me

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The marks of a reader, such as one imagines for oneself in dreams, thoughtful, critical, and kind

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A childish treble note that sounds in my ears freshly; not song, if you will, but a child’s voice

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We believe in nothing: you don’t, and I don’t

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I think of giving ’em literature without words; and I believe if you were to try invisible illustration, it would enjoy a considerable vogue

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I fear my affections are not strong to my past works

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On winter afternoons, late, when the window was blue and spotted with rare rain drops

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Keep the jelly for the last

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