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“I am like to be a millionaire if this goes on, and be publicly hanged at the social revolution”

Posted on April 29, 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 6, 1907.] To William Archer [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 18-19] Saranac Lake, [Mid-]October 1887 Dear Archer, Many … Continue reading →

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It is path-breaking and epoch-making; but I do not think the public will be readily convoked to its perusal

Posted on July 13, 2016 by mafalda

[A usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and criticaledition of this letter, see Mehew 5, 1357.] To W.E. Henley [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 260-261] Bonallie Towers, Bournemouth [Late December 1884] My dear … Continue reading →

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‘His timbers yet are (indifferently) sound, and he may float again’

Posted on March 26, 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, 1254.] To W.E. Henley [Covin 1911, 2, pp. 211-213] La Solitude, Hyères, April 20th, 1884 I … Continue reading →

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We have had many other wild misadventures

Posted on September 7, 2015 by mafalda

RLS’s wife extremely vivid and charteristic account of the weird misadventures that befell the pair during their retreat from St. Marcel, Marseille, in search of a healthier home. [Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, … Continue reading →

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O never, never any family for me! I am cured of that

Posted on January 6, 2015 by mafalda

The landlord’s child, Robbie Carson, survived. [Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 3, 688]. To Sidney Colvin [Colvin 1911, 1, p. 329] 608 Bush Street, … Continue reading →

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Away to the ends of the earth, and the furthest star, and the blank regions of nothing

Posted on June 16, 2014 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 2, 330]. To Fanny Sitwell [Colvin 1911, pp. 194-198] [Edinburgh] Sunday [1 November 1874]. Here is my long story: … Continue reading →

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“I am like to be a millionaire if this goes on, and be publicly hanged at the social revolution”

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It is path-breaking and epoch-making; but I do not think the public will be readily convoked to its perusal

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‘His timbers yet are (indifferently) sound, and he may float again’

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We have had many other wild misadventures

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O never, never any family for me! I am cured of that

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Away to the ends of the earth, and the furthest star, and the blank regions of nothing

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