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“I was meant to die young, and the gods do not love me”

Posted on January 20, 2024 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 8, 2727.] To Frances Sitwell [Colvin 1911, 4, pp. 302-3] [Vailima, 24 or 25 April 1894] My dear friend, … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson, Senza categoria | Tagged baronetcy, Burne-Jones, Catriona, chiefs, cottage, death, epitaph, family, Fanny, gardening, gods, handwriting, health, horse, memory, old age, photographs, portrait, Robert Louis Stevenson, Samoa, Sitwell, stage, Tusitala, Vailima | Leave a comment

“Blows the wind on the moors today and now”

Posted on May 22, 2023 by mafalda

To S.R. Crockett [Crockett, The Stickit Minister] [Vailima, c. 15 August 1893] […] Blows the wind today, and the sun and the rain are flying – Blows the wind on the moors today and now, Where about the graves of … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson, Senza categoria | Tagged Crockett, death, dedication, hills, martyrs' graves, memory, Moors, pee-wees, poem, rain, Robert Louis Stevenson, Samoa, Scotland, Scots, sheep, standing stones, Stickitt Minister, sun, tombs, Vailima, weather, whaups, wind | Leave a comment

“The ever-to-be-execrated ‘Ebb Tide’, or Stevenson’s Blooming Error”

Posted on March 29, 2023 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, 2577.] To Sidney Colvin [Vailima Letters, 1912, pp. 205-12] […] [Vailima] 29th May [1893] My dear Colvin, … Continue reading →

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“My dear Louis, you may remember this accursed abode of sin and misery”

Posted on May 1, 2022 by mafalda

This letter was written to RLS by his friend Charles Baxter (1848-1919), a Writer to the Signet. They had met in 1871 and developed a lifelong friendship. Baxter, like RLS, had gone to Edinburgh University and both were members of … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson, Senza categoria | Tagged Baxter, Clifton, Court, doer, drinking, Edinburgh, Fitzgerald, French, gossip, Johnny Adams, London Journal, Lord Chamberlain, memory, Private Asylum, Puggy Deas, queen, reality, RLS, Robert Louis Stevenson, Simpson | Leave a comment

“On ne saurait être romancier et ne pas aimer les chiens”

Posted on January 21, 2022 by mafalda

[As usual, for correct and critical edition of this letter see Mehew 7, 2410.] To Georges Docquois [G. Docquois, Bêtes et Gens de Lettres, 1895, pp. 297-300] Apia, 26 May 1892 Monsieur, Vous avez pensé à moi, le Kanaque vous … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson, Senza categoria | Tagged acquisitions, algebraists, animals, ants, Apia, Baboo, bourgeois, camels, cats, crocodiles, dogs, Ducquois, elephants, French, goat & cabbages, heaven, hell, horses, humanity, kanaque, languages, memory, novelists, pain, people, reality, Robert Louis Stevenson, Samoa, schoolboys, Schwob, science, scientists, symbols, translation, truth, Vailima, vivisection, women, words | 1 Comment

“Your father has brought you this day to see me”

Posted on March 26, 2019 by mafalda

The following is addressed to the son of the Irish-American sculptor Augustus Saint-Gaudens, who was at that time 8 years old. [For correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 6, 2097.] To Homer Saint-Gaudens [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged bed, boy, character, clumsiness, desert, future, harass, islands, letter, Manasquan, memory, play, restlessness, Robert Louis Stevenson, Saint-Gaudens, savage, self-possession, South Seas, success, trouble, voyage, work, youth | 1 Comment

“Bating bad memory and self-deception”

Posted on July 13, 2018 by mafalda

As already said, RLS was managing all his publishing arrangements himself, and an occasional lapse of memory or attention betrayed him into misunderstandings and conflicting agreements with two different publishers, both his friends, Charles Scribner and Samuel Sidney McClure. He … Continue reading →

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“The funeral… would have pleased him”

Posted on January 10, 2018 by mafalda

Within a fortnight after the date of the previous letter RLS went himself, and for the last time, to Scotland; not, indeed, to visit his old haunts among the Pentlands, but to be present, too late for recognition, at the … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged Bunting, changeling, Colvin, Contemporary Review, death, Edinburgh, father, funeral, King Lear, memory, obituary, Pall Mall Gazette, pipe, Robert Louie Stevenson, Shakespeare, shock, Thomas Stevenson | Leave a comment

I think least said is often best, generally best

Posted on July 18, 2015 by mafalda

From about this time until 1885 William E. Henley acted in an informal way as agent for RLS in most of his dealings with publishers in London. ‘Both’ in the second paragraph means Treasure Island and Silverado Squatters. [Dots between … Continue reading →

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Flush-faced they played with old polysyllables

Posted on March 27, 2015 by mafalda

At Davos, the following experiment in Horatian alcaics was suggested by conversations with Horatio (!) F. Brown (historian specialised in the history of Venice) and J.A. Symonds (historian of the Italian Renaissance), on metrical forms, followed by the despatch of … Continue reading →

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“I was meant to die young, and the gods do not love me”

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“Blows the wind on the moors today and now”

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“The ever-to-be-execrated ‘Ebb Tide’, or Stevenson’s Blooming Error”

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“My dear Louis, you may remember this accursed abode of sin and misery”

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“On ne saurait être romancier et ne pas aimer les chiens”

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“Your father has brought you this day to see me”

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“Bating bad memory and self-deception”

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“The funeral… would have pleased him”

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I think least said is often best, generally best

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Flush-faced they played with old polysyllables

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