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It is the mark of the parochial gentleman who has never travelled to find all wrong in a foreign land

Posted on May 28, 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, 1320.] To W.E. Henley [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 239-240] Bournemouth, [c. 10] November 1884 Dear Henley, … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged Bournemouth, box, British, copybook, cough, country, desert, dissatisfaction, downstairs, foreign land, health, Henley, inhabitants, knees, Latin, More New Arabian Nights, pages, parochial, resist, Robert Louis Stevenson, spirit, tendency, travel, Wensleydale | Leave a comment

I take my walks abroad, witching the world

Posted on April 26, 2015 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 3, 838.] To Fanny Sitwell [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 56-57] The Cottage, Castleton of Braemar [Mid-August 1881]. … Continue reading →

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… the women (God bless them!)…

Posted on April 10, 2015 by mafalda

RLS got one more testimonial for his candidature to the Edinburgh History Chair from his friend Philip Gilbert Hamerton, English artist, art critic and author. Hamerton had been an unsuccessful candidate for the Professorship of Fine Art at Edinburgh University. … Continue reading →

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I won the toss, sir, and Hades went off once more discomfited

Posted on January 26, 2015 by mafalda

A poetical counterpart to this letter will be found in the piece beginning ‘Not yet, my soul, these friendly fields desert,’ which was composed at the same time and later printed in Underwoods, 1887. The quoting of St Paul is … Continue reading →

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I was near the other side of Jordan

Posted on January 12, 2015 by mafalda

By mid-March 1880 RLS had moved to East Oakland, CA, at first at the Tubbs Hotel, on (East) 12th Street, between 4th and 5th Avenues. It was apparently there that he had a relapse and a first hemorrhage. Fanny moved … Continue reading →

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It is the mark of the parochial gentleman who has never travelled to find all wrong in a foreign land

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I take my walks abroad, witching the world

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… the women (God bless them!)…

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I won the toss, sir, and Hades went off once more discomfited

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I was near the other side of Jordan

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