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“I have seen sights that cannot be told, and heard stories that cannot be repeated”

Posted on November 28, 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, 2176.] To Sidney Colvin [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 151-4] Honolulu, [early] June 1889 My dear Colvin, I am … Continue reading →

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“Always cutting the flesh off the bones”

Posted on November 16, 2018 by mafalda

[As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 6, 2011.] To William Archer [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 50-51] Saranac, [c. 12] February 1888 My dear Archer, … Continue reading →

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We are here not to make, but to tread predestined pathways; we are the foam of a wave

Posted on December 17, 2015 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 4, 1159.] To his father [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 175-177] La Solitude, Hyères, 12th October 1883 My … Continue reading →

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I am in a mad fury about these explosions

Posted on April 17, 2015 by mafalda

These years were those of the Fenian dynamite outrages at Clerkenwell Prison, the Tower of London, the House of Lords, etc. Jeremiah O’Donovan ‘Rossa’ (1831-1915) was an “Irish Fenian revolutionary leader, journalist and propagandist. After being imprisoned in England he … Continue reading →

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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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And then, I’ll stick to stories. I am not frightened. I know my mind is changing

Posted on December 30, 2014 by mafalda

The first draft of the first part of the Amateur Emigrant, when it reached Colvin about Christmas 1879, had seemed to him, compared to RLS’s previous travel papers, “a somewhat wordy and spiritless record of squalid experiences, little likely to … Continue reading →

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Conscientiousness is a sort of moral opium

Posted on May 16, 2014 by mafalda

[As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sir Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 2, 274, dated May 19 ff., and 298, dated Jul. 20]. To Fanny Sitwell [Colvin 1911, … Continue reading →

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The moral of Berecchino

Posted on April 29, 2014 by mafalda

For Stevenson’s description of ‘A Night in France’ with a piano playing ‘Dunbarton Drums’ (clearly being played by Mme. Zassetsky), see http://edrls.wordpress.com/2013/11/06/a-night-in-france/ [thanks to Richard Dury for his link!]. [As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sir … Continue reading →

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“I have seen sights that cannot be told, and heard stories that cannot be repeated”

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“Always cutting the flesh off the bones”

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We are here not to make, but to tread predestined pathways; we are the foam of a wave

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I am in a mad fury about these explosions

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The bold unfearing chap / Aims at a professorial cap

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And then, I’ll stick to stories. I am not frightened. I know my mind is changing

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Conscientiousness is a sort of moral opium

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The moral of Berecchino

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