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“We have just had a feast on my birthday…”

Posted on November 13, 2022 by mafalda

The following is addressed to one of Stevenson’s best friends among the officers of H.M.S. the Curaçoa, the Lieutenant of the ship Charles Gerald Sheperd Eeles (1854-1940), which had been for some time on the South Pacific station. He entered … Continue reading →

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Tales for winter nights

Posted on April 11, 2015 by mafalda

RLS had asked his friends to write a testimonial in support of his candidature 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 … Continue reading →

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When I suffer in mind, stories are my refuge; I take them like opium; and I consider one who writes them as a sort of doctor of the mind

Posted on January 4, 2015 by mafalda

One day at the Savile Club in London, RLS, hearing a certain laugh, cried out that he must know the laugher, who turned out to be a fellow-countryman, John Meiklejohn, the well-known educational authority and professor at St. Andrews University. … 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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I have tales enough to keep you going till five in the morning

Posted on November 20, 2014 by mafalda

The Athæneum of 27 September 1879 announced that RLS intended to publish a volume containing his essays from the Cornhill and London. The book finally would be published as Virginibus Puerisque by Kegan Paul in 1881. Henley was reviewing (The … Continue reading →

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“We have just had a feast on my birthday…”

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Tales for winter nights

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When I suffer in mind, stories are my refuge; I take them like opium; and I consider one who writes them as a sort of doctor of the mind

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But death is no bad friend

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I have tales enough to keep you going till five in the morning

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