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I spy a little bright cafe in one corner of the port, in front of which I now propose we should sit down

Posted on May 4, 2016 by mafalda

There is no certain clue to the date of the following; neither has it been possible to make sure what was the enclosure mentioned. The special illness referred to seems to be that of the beginning of May 1884. [Dots … Continue reading →

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… and if I live till I am forty…

Posted on March 23, 2016 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 4, 1246.] To W.E. Henley [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 143-144] [Chalet la Solitude, Hyères, c. 8 April 1884] Dear … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged Bard, divested, forty, Gosse, Henley, Herrick, Hyères, like, live, mania, nonsense, octosyllabic, Pollock, rhymes, Robert Louis Stevenson, rudiments, semi-serious, semi-smiling, trade, verses | 1 Comment

The bold unfearing chap / Aims at a professorial cap

Posted on April 4, 2015 by mafalda

Another letter referring to the candidature of RLS for the Edinburgh History Chair. [Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 3, 814.] To Sidney Colvin [Colvin … Continue reading →

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There is a wonderful callousness in human nature which enables us to live

Posted on November 9, 2014 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 3, 655.] To Edmund Gosse [Colvin 1911, 1, pp. 288-290] Monterey, 8th October 1879. My dear Weg,I … Continue reading →

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I spy a little bright cafe in one corner of the port, in front of which I now propose we should sit down

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The bold unfearing chap / Aims at a professorial cap

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There is a wonderful callousness in human nature which enables us to live

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