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“Since my dear wild noble father died no head on earth is more precious to my thoughts than yours”

Posted on May 30, 2020 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 6, 2240.] To Sidney Colvin [Colvin, Memories and Notes, 1922, 146-7] Union Club, Sydney [August 1890] […] We … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged Apemama, burning, charge, Colvin, correspondence, cruise, danger, death, England, Fanny, father, friendship, health, islands, life, outland, poem, Robert Louis Stevenson, Songs of Travel, South Seas, Sydney, To S.C., Union Club, verses, virtues, writing | 1 Comment

“Think of me sea-bathing and walking about, as jolly as a sandboy”

Posted on September 28, 2019 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 6, 2152.] To Sidney Colvin [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 129-32] Honolulu, April 2nd, 1889 My dear Colvin, … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged adventures, America, Boston Board, Carolines, Colvin, conscience, correspondence, cruise, danger, death, diorama, drowning, emotions, Fanny, Fiji, finances, Friendlies, friendship, gambling, Gilberts, happiness, health, Highland sibyl, Honolulu, islands, kings, Lloyd Osbourne, maroons, Marshalls, missionaries, Morning Star, mother, natives, Ponape, prophecies, Richmond, Robert Louis Stevenson, San Francisco, sea, sea-bathing, ships, Skerryvore, South Seas, Sydney, Tahiti, Tonga Tabu, travel, vice-governor, weather | Leave a comment

“I could bear to go down myself, but not to have much MS go down with me”

Posted on May 10, 2019 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 6, 2118.] To Sidney Colvin [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 82-4] Taiti, October 16th, 1888 My dear Colvin, … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged Auckland, ballad, Blue Peter, Bora-Bora, captain, Casco, climate, Colvin, copy, cruiser, danger, Fakarava, Feast of Famine, foods, German, health, insecurity, Jenkin, Leeward Islands, letters, MS, narrative, new world, passengers, pleasure, poem, publicity, Raiatea, Robert Louis Stevenson, sailors, San Francisco, Sandwiches, scratch, sea, Silver Ship, spirits, strength, Tahiti, temper, The Cruise of the Silver Ship, trouble, typewrite, Uahiva, verse, voyage | Leave a comment

“Why have I allowed myself to rot so long on land?”

Posted on February 11, 2018 by mafalda

The moment of RLS’s arrival at New York was that when his reputation had first reached its height in the United States, owing to the popularity both of Treasure Island and Kidnapped, but more especially to the immense impression made … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged apes, baboon, banks, Birmingham liner, cargo, coat, cold, Colvin, cows, cruise, danger, Fanny, food, hay, health, human nature, humour, interviewers, Ludgate Hill, masthead, matches, Newport, officers, passengers, quartermasters, reception, Rhode Island, Robert Louis Stevenson, sea, stable-ship, stallions, state-room, Summer, United States | Leave a comment

“I do not write possibly with all the really somewhat sickened gravity I feel”

Posted on January 6, 2018 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, 1798.] To Anne Jenkin [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 375-377] [Skerryvore, Bournemouth, Late April 1887] My dear … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged admiration, Balfour, cowardice, danger, death, duty, essays, Ewing, Fleet Street, French, girl, gravity, healing, Ireland, Jenkin, journalists, laugh, leader-writers, letters, life, London, May, Memoir of Fleeming Jenkin, mothers, mystification, Peter the Hermit, phonograph, physician, pleasure, Rawlinson, Robert Louis Stevenson, sea, silence, sisters, Skerryvore, society, training, Trélat, valetudinarianism, weakness, wives | Leave a comment

“Home Rule, if you like”

Posted on December 23, 2017 by mafalda

The following sets forth the pros and cons which were balancing each other in RLS’s mind in regard to his scheme of going to make a stand in his own person against agrarian outrage in Ireland, under the Conservative Government … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged brave, climate, comforts, crime, Curtin, danger, death, decency, devil, Dickens, duty, England, excitement, Fanny, farm, father, fear, females, French, friends, garden, gas, glory, Good Words, Gordon, Government, habits, health, Home Rule, Howitt, imitation, Ireland, Jenkin, knight, life insurance, Macduff, Martin Chuzzlewit, Memoir of Fleeming Jenkin, murder, night, parents, pleasure, public, reward, right, risk, Robert Louis Stevenson, Schumann, Skerryvore, society, States, Thomas Stevenson, watchfulness, wife, work, writers, wrong | Leave a comment

It seems to me even dangerous to send patients to the Riviera, without special hints

Posted on May 21, 2016 by mafalda

Horace Benge Dobell was an English doctor and medical writer, Physician at the Royal Hospital for Diseases of the Chest, London (1859-1875), and later consulting physician at the Mont Dore sanitorium for patients with chest diseases at Bournemouth. In his … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged air, amenity, bedrooms, Bournemouth, Cannes, climate, danger, Davos, dinners, Dobell, doctors, gentleness, germs, hill, hotels, house, Hyères, meal, misconception, mistral, Monte Carlo, nerves, Nice, objections, oppression, phthisical, Riviera, Robert Louis Stevenson, sea-wind, situation, table d’hôte, testimony, town government, valleys, wet, wind | 1 Comment

I always feel as if I must write a work of genius some time or other

Posted on January 25, 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, 698.] To Sidney Colvin [Colvin 1911, 1, pp. 335-336] P.O. S.F. Cal. [East Oakland, mid-April 1880.] … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged addresses, affairs, brook, California, copies, danger, delighted, dictionaries, Euclid, family, Fanny, fishing, French, furniture, genius, grammar, Hayleyistic, health, hills, History, hunting, inspiration, Latin, Lloyd, Lope de Vega, man, marriage, morbid, motto, mountains, Oakland, pine-trees, play, poems, Post Office, printing, proff, Psalms, quarrel, ranche, revolution, Robert Louis Stevenson, San Francisco, self-depreciation, sentiments, shaky, Sidney Colvin, singing, sister, sketching, Spanish, strength, study, Styx, tepid, vehemence, versifications, virgin forest, weather, works | 4 Comments

For two good emotions I would sacrifice a thousand years of fame

Posted on June 10, 2014 by mafalda

During his days in London RLS has gone with Mrs. Sitwell to the British Museum to revisit the Elgin marbles, and has carried off photographs of them to put up in his room at Edinburgh. ‘The desire of the moth … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged adoration, advice, afternoon, Baudelaire, Baxter, bed, Bible, blemish, blue, blue haze, blueness, body, boughs, breakfast, cloudland, coffee, colossal, colour, company, copy, danger, déréglé, death, dinner, draperies, drapery, earth, Edinburgh, Elgin marbles, emotions, English, evening, eyes, fame, Fanny Stiwell, fantastic, Fates, father, fire, French, garden, géante, green, habit, happy, hope, immortal, Japan, Japanese pictures, John Knox, knees, Leith, lights, love, lunch, man, marble, members, moon, moth, Orange, outline, pain, passions, pen, penny-a-linerish, Pheidias, pipe, pleasure, Positivism, posthumous, publisher, race, readig, Reformation, Robert Louis Stevenson, russet, Schopenhauer, selfishness, sentiment, sex, Shelley, Simpson, sitting figure, sleep, smoke, sordid, star, stories, sunset, supper, temptation, The Story of King Matthias' Hunting Horn, tongue, town, trouble, turmoil, window, wine, women, work, writer | Leave a comment

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“Since my dear wild noble father died no head on earth is more precious to my thoughts than yours”

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“Think of me sea-bathing and walking about, as jolly as a sandboy”

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“I could bear to go down myself, but not to have much MS go down with me”

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“Why have I allowed myself to rot so long on land?”

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“I do not write possibly with all the really somewhat sickened gravity I feel”

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“Home Rule, if you like”

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It seems to me even dangerous to send patients to the Riviera, without special hints

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I always feel as if I must write a work of genius some time or other

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For two good emotions I would sacrifice a thousand years of fame

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