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“I never knew the world was so amusing”

Posted on August 25, 2019 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter see Mehew 6, 2137.] To Bob Stevenson [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 114-8] Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands, February 1889 My dear Bob, My … Continue reading →

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I do not like mankind; but men, and not all of these

Posted on February 3, 2017 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 5, 1510.] To Edmund Gosse [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 311-315] Skerryvore, Bournemouth, Jan. 2nd, 1886 My dear … 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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Here is the scheme as well as I can foresee

Posted on March 3, 2015 by mafalda

RLS here sketches for his father the plan of the work on Highland history, The Transformation of Scottish Highlands, which they had discussed together in the preceding summer. He sent him long lists of books he needed. The project was … Continue reading →

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It is a strange affair to be an emigrant, as I hope you shall see in a future work

Posted on October 28, 2014 by mafalda

RLS reached the Pacific Transfer Station near Counsil Bluffs on the eastern bank of the Missouri on Thursday night, 21 August 1879. Here he joined a Union Pacific ‘emigrant train’: left on Friday evening, 22 August, and crossed the Missouri … Continue reading →

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Nothing to do but to study oratory and etiquette, sit in the sun, and pick up the fruits as they fall

Posted on July 25, 2014 by mafalda

RLS visited London 17-21 June 1875. Burns means the article on Bums which RLS had been commissioned to write for the Encyclopædia Britannica. The ‘awfully nice man’ was the Hon. William Seed (1827-1890), formerly Secretary to the Customs and Marine … Continue reading →

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Away to the ends of the earth, and the furthest star, and the blank regions of nothing

Posted on June 16, 2014 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 2, 330]. To Fanny Sitwell [Colvin 1911, pp. 194-198] [Edinburgh] Sunday [1 November 1874]. Here is my long story: … Continue reading →

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“I never knew the world was so amusing”

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I do not like mankind; but men, and not all of these

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Flush-faced they played with old polysyllables

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Here is the scheme as well as I can foresee

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It is a strange affair to be an emigrant, as I hope you shall see in a future work

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Nothing to do but to study oratory and etiquette, sit in the sun, and pick up the fruits as they fall

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Away to the ends of the earth, and the furthest star, and the blank regions of nothing

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