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Love, poetry and music, and the Arabian Nights, inhabit just my corner of the world – nest there like mavises

Posted on November 24, 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, 1139.] To Sidney Colvin [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 183-184] La Solitude, Hyères [? 19 September 1883] … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged Arabian Nights, bankruptcy, blooming, Bob, Colvin, countenance, duns, edility, epitaph, fancy, Ferrier, health, house, indigestion, interred, La Solitude, love, mavises, moonlight, music, nest, poetry, spirit, universe | Leave a comment

I have had to go full-tilt at tushery for a while

Posted on November 6, 2015 by mafalda

‘Tushery’ had been a name in use between RLS and Henley for romances of the Ivanhoe type. He now applies it to his own tale of the Wars of the Roses, The Black Arrow, written for Young Folks. RLS began … Continue reading →

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The devil always has an imp or two in every house, and my imps are getting lively

Posted on November 2, 2015 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 4, 1107.] To Edmund Gosse [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 136-137] La Solitude, Hyères-les-Palmiers, Var, France, May 21, 1883 My … Continue reading →

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If you could see my roses, and my aloes, and my fig-marigolds, and my olives…

Posted on October 29, 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, 1105.] To Edmund Gosse [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 135-136] La Solitude, Hyères-les-Palmiers, Var [May 20, 1883] … Continue reading →

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I loathe the snails, but from loathing to actual butchery, trucidation of multitudes, there is still a step that I hesitate to take

Posted on October 24, 2015 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 4, 1101.] To his parents [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 133-134] La Solitude, Hyères, May 8, 1883 My dear people, … Continue reading →

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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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Tag Archives: La Solitude

Love, poetry and music, and the Arabian Nights, inhabit just my corner of the world – nest there like mavises

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I have had to go full-tilt at tushery for a while

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The devil always has an imp or two in every house, and my imps are getting lively

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If you could see my roses, and my aloes, and my fig-marigolds, and my olives…

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I loathe the snails, but from loathing to actual butchery, trucidation of multitudes, there is still a step that I hesitate to take

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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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