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“Vailima is beautiful and my home and tomb that is to be; though it’s a wrench not to be planted in Scotland”

Posted on June 3, 2023 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 8, 2624.] To Sidney Colvin [Vailima Letters, pp. 227-33] [Vailima,] 23rd August [1893] My dear Colvin, Your pleasing letter, … Continue reading →

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Art is a virtue; and if I were the man I should be, my art would rise in the proportion of my life

Posted on December 26, 2015 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 4, 1172.] To Will H. Low [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 170-172] La Solitude, Hyères [Postmark 27 October … Continue reading →

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Perhaps the more we are away, the stronger we feel that bond

Posted on June 20, 2015 by mafalda

The following is in reply to a letter RLS had received on some questions connected with his proposed Life of Hazlitt from the Scottish critic and bibliographer, Alexander Ireland (1810–1894). [For correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew … Continue reading →

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He is a most sportive Prince

Posted on May 4, 2014 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sir Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 1, 255]. To his mother [Colvin 1911, pp. 144-145] [Mentone, March 28, 1874.] My dear Mother, Beautiful weather, … 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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“Vailima is beautiful and my home and tomb that is to be; though it’s a wrench not to be planted in Scotland”

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Art is a virtue; and if I were the man I should be, my art would rise in the proportion of my life

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Perhaps the more we are away, the stronger we feel that bond

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It depends upon what you call blue

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