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The marks of a reader, such as one imagines for oneself in dreams, thoughtful, critical, and kind

Posted on September 25, 2016 by mafalda

An anonymous review of the Child’s Garden of Verses, appearing in the Pall Mall Gazette for March 1885, gave RLS so much pleasure that he wrote (in the four words, ‘Now who are you?’) to inquire the name of its … Continue reading →

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It still gives me a list to starboard (let us be ever nautical!)

Posted on May 3, 2015 by mafalda

Alexander Hay Japp (1837-1905), Scottish author, journalist and publisher, had paid his visit at Braemar as proposed, and listened delightedly to the first chapters of Treasure Island (then entitled The Sea Cook). He had proposed to offer the story for … Continue reading →

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… the women (God bless them!)…

Posted on April 10, 2015 by mafalda

RLS got one more testimonial for his candidature to the Edinburgh History Chair from his friend Philip Gilbert Hamerton, English artist, art critic and author. Hamerton had been an unsuccessful candidate for the Professorship of Fine Art at Edinburgh University. … Continue reading →

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You were to me, then, only a part of an organised boredom

Posted on April 5, 2015 by mafalda

One more letter referring to the candidature of RLS for the Edinburgh History Chair: the chair was being left by Aeneas James George Mackay (1839-1911), Professor of History and Constitutional Law, who later became Advocate-Depute (Scottish law officer with the … Continue reading →

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That tells on my old gipsy nature; like a violin hung up, I begin to lose what music there was in me

Posted on March 25, 2015 by mafalda

Colvin went out to Davos in January 1881, and found RLS apparently little improved in health, and depressed by a sad turn of destiny which had brought out his old friend Mrs. Sitwell to the same place, at the same … Continue reading →

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To write a book like this were impossible

Posted on March 20, 2015 by mafalda

A close intimate of J.A. Symonds, and frequent visitor at Davos, was Horatio Robert Forbes Brown (1854-1926), historian of Venice. He took warmly, as did every one, to Stevenson. The following two notes are from a copy of Penn’s Fruits … Continue reading →

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But death is no bad friend

Posted on November 29, 2014 by mafalda

The following is in acknowledgment of Edmund Gosse’s volume called New Poems. The ‘Plymouth Brother’ refers to an anecdote told in Travels With a Donkey, Chapter ‘In the Valley of the Tarn’. [As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts … Continue reading →

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The marks of a reader, such as one imagines for oneself in dreams, thoughtful, critical, and kind

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It still gives me a list to starboard (let us be ever nautical!)

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… the women (God bless them!)…

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You were to me, then, only a part of an organised boredom

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That tells on my old gipsy nature; like a violin hung up, I begin to lose what music there was in me

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To write a book like this were impossible

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But death is no bad friend

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