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“I chose these isles as having the most beastly population, and they are far better, and far more civilised than we”

Posted on April 7, 2019 by mafalda

On 20 July 1888, after 22 days at sea and 3000 miles, the yacht Casco dropped anchor in Anaho Bay in Nuka Hiva, the largest of the Marquesas Islands. All RLS’s literary energies were devoted to his journal, The Cruise … Continue reading →

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“It is in such a world, that I am very glad to fight out my battle, and see some fine sunsets”

Posted on January 5, 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, 2051.] To Adelaide Boodle [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 65-66] Address, c/o Messrs. Scribner’s Sons, 743 Broadway, … Continue reading →

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Whether on the first of January or the thirty-first of December, faith is a good word to end on

Posted on January 21, 2017 by mafalda

[As usual, for correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 5, 1508.] To Alison Cunningham [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 305-306] [Skerryvore, Bournemouth] Jan. 1st, 1886 My dear Kinnicum, I am a very bad dog, but not for … Continue reading →

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Yours is the cruel part to survive; you must try and not grudge to him his better fortune, to go first

Posted on October 20, 2016 by mafalda

Professor Fleeming Jenkin, who in RLS’s early student days at Edinburgh had been both the warmest and the wisest of his elder friends, died unespectedly on 12 June 1885 after a minor operation. Austin was Mr. and Mrs. Jenkin’s eldest … Continue reading →

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Dear reader, I deceive you with husks, the real works and all the pleasure are still mine and incommunicable

Posted on March 2, 2016 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 4, 1232.] To William Ernest Henley [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 145-147] La Solitude, Hyères [c. 13 March 1884] Dear … Continue reading →

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I have been to sea, but I never crossed the threshold of a court; and the courts shall be the way I want ’em

Posted on February 6, 2016 by mafalda

By this time Treasure Island was out in book form, and the following is in reply to some reflections on its seamanship which had been conveyed to RLS through Henley. James Runciman (1852-91) was a journalist and school teacher, sub-editor … Continue reading →

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We are here not to make, but to tread predestined pathways; we are the foam of a wave

Posted on December 17, 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 4, 1159.] To his father [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 175-177] La Solitude, Hyères, 12th October 1883 My … Continue reading →

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“I chose these isles as having the most beastly population, and they are far better, and far more civilised than we”

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“It is in such a world, that I am very glad to fight out my battle, and see some fine sunsets”

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Whether on the first of January or the thirty-first of December, faith is a good word to end on

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Yours is the cruel part to survive; you must try and not grudge to him his better fortune, to go first

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Dear reader, I deceive you with husks, the real works and all the pleasure are still mine and incommunicable

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I have been to sea, but I never crossed the threshold of a court; and the courts shall be the way I want ’em

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We are here not to make, but to tread predestined pathways; we are the foam of a wave

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