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“Teach me to go gallivanting!”

Posted on July 30, 2023 by mafalda

J.H. Stevenson (1855-1939) was an Edinburgh specialist on genealogy anf heraldry – not a relative – and wrote or edited many books on the subject. He finally set RLS on the right track in his hunt for ancestors. In his … Continue reading →

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“You never smoked, I think, so you can never taste the joys of stopping it”

Posted on April 14, 2023 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 8, 2588.] To Henry James [Colvin 1911, 4, pp. 213-7] [Dictated to Belle] Vailima Plantation, Samoan Islands, June 17th, … Continue reading →

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“The ever-to-be-execrated ‘Ebb Tide’, or Stevenson’s Blooming Error”

Posted on March 29, 2023 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, 2577.] To Sidney Colvin [Vailima Letters, 1912, pp. 205-12] […] [Vailima] 29th May [1893] My dear Colvin, … Continue reading →

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“Shall I become a midnight twitterer like my neighbours?”

Posted on August 19, 2020 by mafalda

Continuing from the previous letter. [As usual, for correct and critical edition of this letter see Mehew 7, 2266.] To Sidney Colvin [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 224-42] Tuesday, 4th [November 1890] I begin to see the whole scheme of letter-writing; you … Continue reading →

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My dear Henry James… the unpolished diamond is but a stone

Posted on June 29, 2016 by mafalda

[For correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 5, 1346.] To Henry James [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 254-256] Bonallie Towers, Branksome Park, Bournemouth, December 8, 1884 My dear Henry James, This is a very brave hearing from more … Continue reading →

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“Teach me to go gallivanting!”

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“You never smoked, I think, so you can never taste the joys of stopping it”

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“The ever-to-be-execrated ‘Ebb Tide’, or Stevenson’s Blooming Error”

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“Shall I become a midnight twitterer like my neighbours?”

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My dear Henry James… the unpolished diamond is but a stone

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