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I wonder why my stories are always so nasty

On a railway journey through England and Wales with his parents, RLS arrives at Barmouth, and stays at the Cors y Gedol Arms Hotel. The Portfolio paper here mentioned is that entitled On the Enjoyment of Unpleasant Places. The essay … Continue reading

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“When we go to the olivses it allways rememberse us you”

RLS’s Russian friend, Mme. Garshine, and her (adopted) daughter Pella, are leaving Menton to go to Franzensbad, Poland (now Czechoslovakia). RLS is writing, for the Fortnightly Review, about Lord Lytton’s newly published volume, Fables in Song. [Dots between square brackets … Continue reading

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