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That tells on my old gipsy nature; like a violin hung up, I begin to lose what music there was in me

Posted on March 25, 2015 by mafalda

Colvin went out to Davos in January 1881, and found RLS apparently little improved in health, and depressed by a sad turn of destiny which had brought out his old friend Mrs. Sitwell to the same place, at the same … Continue reading →

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I always feel as if I must write a work of genius some time or other

Posted on January 25, 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 3, 698.] To Sidney Colvin [Colvin 1911, 1, pp. 335-336] P.O. S.F. Cal. [East Oakland, mid-April 1880.] … Continue reading →

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You know I was a story-teller ingrain; did not that reassure you?

Posted on December 26, 2014 by mafalda

The volume of studies was eventually called Familiar Studies of Men and Books (1882), and the one of the essays Virginibus Puerisque (1881). The essays here mentioned on Benjamin Franklin and William Penn were projects long cherished but in … Continue reading →

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The end of life? Yes… I can tell you what that is

Posted on December 3, 2014 by mafalda

You can read RLS’s Story of a Lie at http://www.robert-louis-stevenson.org/short-stories/73-qthe-story-of-a-lie-1879; andTravels with a donkey in the Cévennes at http://www.robert-louis-stevenson.org/travel-writing. The Burns is RLS’s essay Some Aspects of Robert Burns, published on Cornhill Magazine 40 (October 1879). You can read it … Continue reading →

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That tells on my old gipsy nature; like a violin hung up, I begin to lose what music there was in me

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I always feel as if I must write a work of genius some time or other

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You know I was a story-teller ingrain; did not that reassure you?

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The end of life? Yes… I can tell you what that is

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