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Miss Havisham is, probably, the worst thing in human fiction

‘Cassandra’ was a nickname of RLS’s father for his daughter-in-law, Fanny.The scheme of a play to be founded on Dickens’s Great Expectations was one of a hundred formed in these days and afterwards given up. [Dots between square brackets indicate … Continue reading

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I do not think many wives are better loved than mine will be

[As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 3, 682.] To Edmund Gosse [Colvin 1912, pp. 132-135] 608 Bush Street, San Francisco, California, Jan. 23, … Continue reading

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Grrrrr! I’ll never be a poet any more

This is in reply to some technical criticisms of his friend W.E. Henley on the poem Our Lady of the Snows, referring to the Trappist monastery in the Cévennes so called, and afterwards published in Underwoods (1887). James Walter Ferrier … Continue reading

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The future is thick with inky fingers

The Burns herein mentioned is the article undertaken for the Encyclopædia Britannica. In the end RLS’s work was thought to convey a view of the poet too frankly critical, and too little in accordance with the accepted Scotch tradition: the … Continue reading

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Pitting my own humour to this old verse … we’ll walk the woods no more

At this time Stevenson was much occupied, as were several young writers his contemporaries, with imitating the artificial forms of early French verse. Some of his attempts have been preserved, like the two contained in this letter. The second is … Continue reading

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