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“I do not so far deceive myself as to think I should change my character by changing my epoch”

Posted on September 10, 2017 by mafalda

[For correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 5, 1693.] To Theodor Watts-Dunton [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 347-348] Skerryvore, Bournemouth [Early September 1886] Dear Mr. Watts, The sight of the last Athenaeum reminds me of you, and of … Continue reading →

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All races are better away from their own country

Posted on January 2, 2016 by mafalda

Jules Simoneau (1820-1908) was the keeper of the inn and restaurant where RLS had boarded at Monterey, California, in the autumn of 1879, while waiting for his future wife’s divorce to become final. [As usual, dots between square brackets indicate … Continue reading →

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Art is a mill whose thirlage, in different ages, widens and contracts

Posted on November 16, 2015 by mafalda

The first part of the following refers to contributions of RLS to the Magazine of Art under Henley’s editorship. [Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew … Continue reading →

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The truth is I have no appearance; a certain air of disreputability is the one constant character that my face presents: the rest change like water

Posted on November 12, 2015 by mafalda

During the height of the Provençal summer, 1883, RLS went with his wife to the Baths of Royat in Auvergne (travelling necessarily by way of Clermont-Ferrand, Hôtel de la Poste). His parents joined them at Royat for part of their … 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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Today, the south wind blows; and I am seedy in consequence

Posted on February 21, 2015 by mafalda

John Addington Symonds, translator, biographer and historian of the Italian Renaissance, better remembered today for his tormented homosexuality, had established his home at Davos in search of cure for tubercolosis, with his wife. He wrote to a friend of his … 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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I’ll see what I can do

Posted on May 13, 2014 by mafalda

Mr. John Morley has asked for a notice by RLS for the Fortnightly Review, which he is editing, of Lord Lytton’s newly published volume, Fables in Song. [As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sir Sidney Colvin. … Continue reading →

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“I do not so far deceive myself as to think I should change my character by changing my epoch”

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All races are better away from their own country

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Art is a mill whose thirlage, in different ages, widens and contracts

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The truth is I have no appearance; a certain air of disreputability is the one constant character that my face presents: the rest change like water

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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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Today, the south wind blows; and I am seedy in consequence

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People must be themselves, I suppose

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I’ll see what I can do

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