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You just indulge the pleasure of your heart, that’s all; no trouble, no strain

Posted on May 1, 2015 by mafalda

The following records the beginning of work upon Treasure Island, the name originally proposed for which was the Sea Cook. Lloyd (Fanny’s son, then aged 13) on holiday from school had joined the Stevensons at Braemar. Treasure Island had its … Continue reading →

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A long-shore story

Posted on April 15, 2015 by mafalda

W.E. Henley had written praising ‘The Merry Men’ and made some criticisms about the story as drafted in MS. [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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The public must be educated to buy my stories or I shall never make a cent

Posted on November 29, 2014 by mafalda

Nothing came of the other stories at the end of this lettere, but The Pavilion on the Links. [As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see … Continue reading →

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I have tales enough to keep you going till five in the morning

Posted on November 20, 2014 by mafalda

The Athæneum of 27 September 1879 announced that RLS intended to publish a volume containing his essays from the Cornhill and London. The book finally would be published as Virginibus Puerisque by Kegan Paul in 1881. Henley was reviewing (The … Continue reading →

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The darkness made me a little fanciful

Posted on May 31, 2014 by mafalda

On a railway journey thorough Wales with his parents. Richmond Seeley is the proprietor and publisher of the Portfolio. RLS’s essay on John Knox will be published in Macmillan’s Magazine, Sept. 1875. ‘The horrid story’ is the ‘horrible story of … Continue reading →

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I am concerned about the plane leaves

Posted on March 29, 2014 by mafalda

The heroine of George Sand, Consuelo (1868), is under an obligation to marry a man she does not love because he has been kind to her grandfather; eventually she is able to marry the young man she does love. The … Continue reading →

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I was an Archangel once

Posted on March 27, 2014 by mafalda

The expression ‘coign of vantage’ is from Macbeth I, VI, 7. The ‘ineffable aurore’ is from V. Hugo’s L’Année Terrible, 1872. [As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sir Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition … Continue reading →

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My own autumnal humour

Posted on March 13, 2014 by mafalda

Sidney Colvin publishes only brief excerpts from a very long (and romantic) journal-letter written by RLS to his friend Fanny Sitwell, one of the letters containing a full and intimate record of his daily moods and doings, which he is … Continue reading →

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You just indulge the pleasure of your heart, that’s all; no trouble, no strain

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A long-shore story

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The public must be educated to buy my stories or I shall never make a cent

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I have tales enough to keep you going till five in the morning

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The darkness made me a little fanciful

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I am concerned about the plane leaves

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I was an Archangel once

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My own autumnal humour

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