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“And the wind swoops at me round the corner, like a lion, and fluffs the snow in my face”

Posted on June 4, 2018 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 6, 1944.] To Sidney Colvin [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 39-41] Saranac Lake [c. 20 December 1887] My dear Colvin,This … Continue reading →

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You will never be a Pirate!

Posted on March 6, 2016 by mafalda

This amiable and excellent public servant, art-critic, and versifier was a friend of old Savile Club days; the drift of his letter can easily be guessed from this reply. [As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney … Continue reading →

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The devil always has an imp or two in every house, and my imps are getting lively

Posted on November 2, 2015 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 4, 1107.] To Edmund Gosse [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 136-137] La Solitude, Hyères-les-Palmiers, Var, France, May 21, 1883 My … Continue reading →

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There are times when people’s lives stand still

Posted on August 27, 2014 by mafalda

This dates from just before the canoeing trip with his friend Walter Simpson, recounted in An Inland Voyage. [As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see … Continue reading →

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I have survived myself, and somehow live on, a curious changeling, a merry ghost

Posted on July 20, 2014 by mafalda

The old print which RLS is alluding here still remains unidentified. [Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 2, 388]. To Fanny Sitwell [Colvin, 1912, pp. … Continue reading →

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O for the good, fleshly stupidity of the woods, the body conscious of itself all over and the mind forgotten!

Posted on July 12, 2014 by mafalda

RLS returned home from his first visit at Barbizon on 23 April 1875. The rehearsals were those of Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night for amateur theatricals at Professor Fleeming Jenkin’s in which Stevenson played the part of Orsino (the leading character of … Continue reading →

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A beautiful distance, neither blue nor green

Posted on July 8, 2014 by mafalda

Annual Exibitions of the Royal Scottish Academy have been held in the spring of each year since 1827. Works were for sale. The 1875 Exhibition opened on 13 February; it was reviewed by Frederick Wedmore in the Academy of 27 … Continue reading →

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“And the wind swoops at me round the corner, like a lion, and fluffs the snow in my face”

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You will never be a Pirate!

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The devil always has an imp or two in every house, and my imps are getting lively

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There are times when people’s lives stand still

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I have survived myself, and somehow live on, a curious changeling, a merry ghost

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O for the good, fleshly stupidity of the woods, the body conscious of itself all over and the mind forgotten!

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A beautiful distance, neither blue nor green

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