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“It is a far finer thing to be in love, or to risk a danger, than to paint the finest picture or write the noblest book”

Posted on May 14, 2017 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 5, 1642.] To Harriet Monroe [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 335-338] [Skerryvore, Bournemouth, 30 June 1886] My dear … 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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My dear Henry James… the unpolished diamond is but a stone

Posted on June 29, 2016 by mafalda

[For correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 5, 1346.] To Henry James [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 254-256] Bonallie Towers, Branksome Park, Bournemouth, December 8, 1884 My dear Henry James, This is a very brave hearing from more … 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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When I suffer in mind, stories are my refuge; I take them like opium; and I consider one who writes them as a sort of doctor of the mind

Posted on January 4, 2015 by mafalda

One day at the Savile Club in London, RLS, hearing a certain laugh, cried out that he must know the laugher, who turned out to be a fellow-countryman, John Meiklejohn, the well-known educational authority and professor at St. Andrews University. … Continue reading →

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It is pleasant to be thus most at home abroad

Posted on November 14, 2014 by mafalda

P.G. Hamerton was an English painter, art critic, author and editor of The Portfolio periodical. The following refers to his candidature, which was not successful, for the Professorship of Fine Art at Edinburgh. [As usual, dots between square brackets indicate … Continue reading →

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I envy you your wife, your home, your child – I was going to say your cat

Posted on October 18, 2014 by mafalda

The ‘humorous friend’ was Charles Baxter: RLS stayed the weekend with the Baxters at Lochcote House near Bathgate, now demolished. Edmund William Gosse used to sign with two initials, E.W.G. The nickname Weg was fastened on him by RLS, partly … Continue reading →

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People must be themselves, I suppose

Posted on September 16, 2014 by mafalda

In 1875, Frances (Fanny) Van de Grift Osbourne (1840-1914), estranged from her American husband, had taken her children to France, where she and her daughter Belle would be pursuing their art studies. RLS met Fanny at Grez-sur-Loing in 1876, and … Continue reading →

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Tag Archives: interest

“It is a far finer thing to be in love, or to risk a danger, than to paint the finest picture or write the noblest book”

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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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My dear Henry James… the unpolished diamond is but a stone

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

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When I suffer in mind, stories are my refuge; I take them like opium; and I consider one who writes them as a sort of doctor of the mind

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It is pleasant to be thus most at home abroad

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I envy you your wife, your home, your child – I was going to say your cat

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People must be themselves, I suppose

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