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“The place does not suit her – it is my private opinion that no place does”

Posted on July 21, 2018 by mafalda

Miss Adelaide Ann Boodle (1858-1934), the lady at Bournemouth, had been trusted to keep an eye on RLS’s interests in connection with his house (Skerryvore Cottage), which had been let, and other matters, and to report thereon from time to … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged backwoods, Beasts, birds, Boodle, Boston, cold, correspondence, cows, exile, family, Fanny, fruits, gamekeeper, health, hibernating, hill, house, Lloyd, mother, New York, rain, Robert Louis Stevenson, Roch, Saranac Lake, scrap, tenants, thermometer, weather, wind | Leave a comment

It seems to me even dangerous to send patients to the Riviera, without special hints

Posted on May 21, 2016 by mafalda

Horace Benge Dobell was an English doctor and medical writer, Physician at the Royal Hospital for Diseases of the Chest, London (1859-1875), and later consulting physician at the Mont Dore sanitorium for patients with chest diseases at Bournemouth. In his … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged air, amenity, bedrooms, Bournemouth, Cannes, climate, danger, Davos, dinners, Dobell, doctors, gentleness, germs, hill, hotels, house, Hyères, meal, misconception, mistral, Monte Carlo, nerves, Nice, objections, oppression, phthisical, Riviera, Robert Louis Stevenson, sea-wind, situation, table d’hôte, testimony, town government, valleys, wet, wind | 1 Comment

And now – I find I have only got a pair of walking-shoes and not yet begun to travel

Posted on September 24, 2015 by mafalda

The paper referred to at the beginning of the second paragraph is one on RLS in the Century Magazine, the first seriously critical notice, says Low, which appeared of him in the States. Henry Holt advertised New Arabian Nights as … Continue reading →

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The garden, which is above, is lovely, and will be cool in summer

Posted on September 16, 2015 by mafalda

From Marseilles, RLS and Fanny returned as far as Hyeres, a winter resort 11 miles east of Toulon and 3 miles inland from the sea. They stayed there through the greater part of February 1883, at the Hôtel des Îles … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged attack, better, cheerful, civilisation, cool, Cummy, dear, eat, excellent, Fanny, flesh, francs, garden, health, healthy, hill, house, Hyeres-les-Palmiers, kitchen, La Solitude, landlord, little, lodging, lovely, month, rent, rooms, shops, society, spirits, strength, Summer, threatenings, town, walk, work, year | 1 Comment

It looks like a kind of lamplit vicious fairyland behind me

Posted on May 24, 2015 by mafalda

Thomson and Johnson were joke characters created by RLS and Baxter when they they were students at the university of Edinburgh. [Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, … Continue reading →

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Can I make some one happier this day before I lie down to sleep?

Posted on January 7, 2015 by mafalda

The Amateur Emigrant, an account of RLS’s journey to California, was then in draft. The novel A Vendetta in the West was eventually abandoned and apparently destroyed. The Pavilion on the Links had just then been accepted for the Cornhill … Continue reading →

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No man is any use until he has dared everything

Posted on October 25, 2014 by mafalda

RLS’s rail journey across America began from the New Jersey terminal of the Pennsylvania Railroad on the evening of 18 August 1879. At Pittsburgh on 19 August evening he changed to the Pittsburgh, Fort Wayne and Chicago Railroad and travelled … Continue reading →

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“I think you’ll find the summer will be rather cōmplicated”

Posted on July 28, 2014 by mafalda

RLS and Sir Walter Grindlay Simpson were regular travel companions. They took canoe trips along the Firth of Forth, travelled to Germany in 1872, cruised the Inner Hebrides on the Heron in 1874, visited Barbizon in 1875, took a walking … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged Baxter, birds, Bridge of Allan, cold, cousin, Dora, dull, embrace, end of the world, Fanny Sitwell, father, gem, godly woman, good spirits, heart, Henley, hill, hospital, law, London, mist, pain, parents, poverty, pretentious, rain, Robert Louis Stevenson, Scots Law, seasons, sickish, Simpson, soothsayeress, Stephen, Summer, Swanston, verses, winter, writing | Leave a comment

Winter seen from the inside of a warm greatcoat

Posted on June 23, 2014 by mafalda

The ‘Buckinghamshire affair’ refers to RLS’s essay ‘An Autumn Effect’, published in the Portfolio, April and May 1875. Maurice de Guérin (1810-1839) was a French poet and mystic who won recognition after his death with the publication of his Journal … Continue reading →

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Conscientiousness is a sort of moral opium

Posted on May 16, 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 2, 274, dated May 19 ff., and 298, dated Jul. 20]. To Fanny Sitwell [Colvin 1911, … Continue reading →

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“The place does not suit her – it is my private opinion that no place does”

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It seems to me even dangerous to send patients to the Riviera, without special hints

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And now – I find I have only got a pair of walking-shoes and not yet begun to travel

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The garden, which is above, is lovely, and will be cool in summer

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It looks like a kind of lamplit vicious fairyland behind me

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Can I make some one happier this day before I lie down to sleep?

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No man is any use until he has dared everything

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“I think you’ll find the summer will be rather cōmplicated”

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Winter seen from the inside of a warm greatcoat

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Conscientiousness is a sort of moral opium

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