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Long life to our friendship, and that means, I do most firmly believe, to these clay continents on which we fly our colours!

Posted on June 19, 2016 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and criticaledition of this letter, see Mehew 5, 1330.] To W.E. Henley  [Colvin 1912, pp. 198-199] Bonaille Towers, Bournemouth, 14 November 1884. My dear boy, A thousand … Continue reading →

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O, I have such a longing for children of my own; and yet I do not think I could bear it if I had one

Posted on July 5, 2014 by mafalda

RLS’s first introduction to the English poet William Ernest Henley (1849-1903): the acquaintance ripened quickly into a close and stimulating friendship. Henley suffered from a tubercolous disease: he had a wooden leg, and when the desease threatened his other foot, … Continue reading →

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