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“The ever-to-be-execrated ‘Ebb Tide’, or Stevenson’s Blooming Error”

Posted on March 29, 2023 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, 2577.] To Sidney Colvin [Vailima Letters, 1912, pp. 205-12] […] [Vailima] 29th May [1893] My dear Colvin, … Continue reading →

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“I would give a leg that this were blotted out, and I could sit down with him as of yore”

Posted on March 18, 2019 by mafalda

[For correct and critical edition of these letters, see Mehew 6, 2090-2093.] W.E. Henley to RLS, with a note by RLS [Enclosed in letter 2093 to Baxter, see below] [Baxter Letters, 1956, pp. 216-7, at http://www.hathitrust.org] Merton Place, Chiswick W., … Continue reading →

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“What will a man not do with a woman at his elbow…”

Posted on March 2, 2019 by mafalda

As already explained in previous posts, W.E. Henley’s letter of 9 March to RLS accusing Fanny of plagiarism in publishing under her own name a story based on an earlier one by RLS’s cousin, Katharine de Mattos, had precipitated the … Continue reading →

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Some day climb as high as Halkerside for me, and sprinkle some of the well water on the turf

Posted on December 29, 2017 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 5, 1795.] To Alison Cunningham [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 368-370] Skerryvore, April 16th, 1887 My dearest Cummy, As usual, … Continue reading →

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My heart and all my interest are with the dweller, that ancient of days and day-old infant, man

Posted on November 22, 2016 by mafalda

The paper referred to in this letter is one which William Archer wrote over his own signature (‘RLS: His Style and his Thought’) in the November number of Time, a magazine already extinct at the time of Colvin’s edition of … 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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Telling the story, not with the one eye of pity, but with the two of pity and mirth

Posted on April 13, 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, 1266.] To W.E. Henley [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 218-219] La Solitude, Hyères [Late April 1884] Dear boy, […] … Continue reading →

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The offer is a fair one: I have not sold myself to the devil, for I could never find him

Posted on April 6, 2016 by mafalda

This friend of old Savile Club days was an assistant secretary to the finance department, art-critic, and versifier. [Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 4, … Continue reading →

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All races are better away from their own country

Posted on January 2, 2016 by mafalda

Jules Simoneau (1820-1908) was the keeper of the inn and restaurant where RLS had boarded at Monterey, California, in the autumn of 1879, while waiting for his future wife’s divorce to become final. [As usual, dots between square brackets indicate … Continue reading →

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I took up the wondrous tale and steered the ship through

Posted on September 11, 2015 by mafalda

RLS here narrates in his own fashion by what generalship he at last got rid of the house at Campagne Defli (Saint-Marcel, Marseille) without having to pay compensation as his wife expected. ‘If it had not been the agent, may … Continue reading →

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“The ever-to-be-execrated ‘Ebb Tide’, or Stevenson’s Blooming Error”

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“I would give a leg that this were blotted out, and I could sit down with him as of yore”

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“What will a man not do with a woman at his elbow…”

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Some day climb as high as Halkerside for me, and sprinkle some of the well water on the turf

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My heart and all my interest are with the dweller, that ancient of days and day-old infant, man

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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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Telling the story, not with the one eye of pity, but with the two of pity and mirth

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The offer is a fair one: I have not sold myself to the devil, for I could never find him

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All races are better away from their own country

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I took up the wondrous tale and steered the ship through

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