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“I had literally forgotten what happiness was, and the full mind”

Posted on March 18, 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, 1891.] To Bob Stevenson [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 10-12] Saranac Lake, Adirondacks, New York, U.S.A. [Early October 1887] … Continue reading →

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What fun we could have, if we were all well, what work we could do, what a happy place we could make it for each other!

Posted on March 14, 2015 by mafalda

RLS was reading up for his history book of the Highlands. The project was eventually abandoned, but he used his research when he came to write his novel Kidnapped (published in 1886). [Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by … Continue reading →

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Here is the scheme as well as I can foresee

Posted on March 3, 2015 by mafalda

RLS here sketches for his father the plan of the work on Highland history, The Transformation of Scottish Highlands, which they had discussed together in the preceding summer. He sent him long lists of books he needed. The project was … Continue reading →

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And I have been a Scotchman all my life, and denied my native land!

Posted on February 8, 2015 by mafalda

‘Away with your gardens of roses’: first line of Byron’s ‘Lachin y Gair’ (‘Lochnagar’) in praise of the Highlands. The volume of essays must be Virginihus Puerisque, published the following spring, 1881. The first poem enclosed by RLS will be … Continue reading →

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They had at first a human air / In coats and flannel underwear

Posted on February 7, 2015 by mafalda

RLS, Fanny and the 12 year old Lloyd arrived in Liverpool on the City of Chester on August 17, 1880. Accompanied by RLS’s parents, they reached Edinburgh the next day and stayed at the Palace Hotel before leaving for their … 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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It depends upon what you call blue

Posted on April 1, 2014 by mafalda

[As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sir Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 1, 184]. To Charles Baxter [Colvin 1912, pp. 39-40] [Menton,] December 4 [1873]. My dear Baxter, … Continue reading →

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“I had literally forgotten what happiness was, and the full mind”

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What fun we could have, if we were all well, what work we could do, what a happy place we could make it for each other!

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Here is the scheme as well as I can foresee

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And I have been a Scotchman all my life, and denied my native land!

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They had at first a human air / In coats and flannel underwear

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There are times when people’s lives stand still

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It depends upon what you call blue

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