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“We shall leave none to come after us, and I have been spared the pain – and the pleasure”

Posted on December 9, 2023 by mafalda

[As usual, for correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 8, 2714.] To Charles Baxter [Baxter Letters, pp. 348-50: http://www.hathitrust.org] [Beginning dictated to Belle.] Vailima, Samoa, 26 March 1894 My dear Charles, 1. Received bills of lading for … Continue reading →

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“Labuntur anni!”

Posted on May 2, 2021 by mafalda

[As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter see Mehew 7, 2345.] To E.L. Burlingame [Colvin 1911, 3, p. 322] Vailima [c. 15 August 1891] My dear Burlingame, […] I … Continue reading →

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“All this literary gossip I bestow upon you entre confrères, Miss Green”

Posted on July 3, 2020 by mafalda

Apparently in the guise of ‘Miss Green’, Miss Boodle had sent RLS (in the guise of Robin Lewison) an imaginary account of the discovery of the MS of an unknown novel in the garret of Sherryvore Cottage, Bournemouth. According to … Continue reading →

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“We are now about to rise, like whales, from this long dive”

Posted on January 10, 2020 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 6, 2192.] To Edward L. Burlingame [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 169-71] Schooner Equator, at sea, Wednesday, 4th … Continue reading →

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“I could bear to go down myself, but not to have much MS go down with me”

Posted on May 10, 2019 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 6, 2118.] To Sidney Colvin [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 82-4] Taiti, October 16th, 1888 My dear Colvin, … Continue reading →

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To work two months, and rest the third

Posted on February 28, 2016 by mafalda

This correspondent was for many years head clerk and confidential assistant in the family firm at Edinburgh. The anecdote about Murdie’s uniform (first paragraph) could not be traced. [As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. … Continue reading →

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Many a long hour we passed in graveyards, the man who has gone and I

Posted on January 24, 2016 by mafalda

Miss Ferrier’s brother, Walter, one of RLS’s oldest and most intimate friends of Edinburgh days, had lately died of alcoholism, at the same age as RLS. [Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and … Continue reading →

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The devil always has an imp or two in every house, and my imps are getting lively

Posted on November 2, 2015 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 4, 1107.] To Edmund Gosse [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 136-137] La Solitude, Hyères-les-Palmiers, Var, France, May 21, 1883 My … Continue reading →

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If you could see my roses, and my aloes, and my fig-marigolds, and my olives…

Posted on October 29, 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, 1105.] To Edmund Gosse [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 135-136] La Solitude, Hyères-les-Palmiers, Var [May 20, 1883] … Continue reading →

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My soul sickens at the look of a quarto. I want a refined octavo

Posted on October 14, 2015 by mafalda

RLS was beginning to send home some of the MS of AChild’s Garden of Verses, the title of which had not yet been settled. The pieces as first numbered are in a different order from that afterwards adopted, but the … Continue reading →

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“We shall leave none to come after us, and I have been spared the pain – and the pleasure”

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“Labuntur anni!”

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“All this literary gossip I bestow upon you entre confrères, Miss Green”

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“We are now about to rise, like whales, from this long dive”

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“I could bear to go down myself, but not to have much MS go down with me”

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To work two months, and rest the third

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Many a long hour we passed in graveyards, the man who has gone and I

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The devil always has an imp or two in every house, and my imps are getting lively

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If you could see my roses, and my aloes, and my fig-marigolds, and my olives…

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My soul sickens at the look of a quarto. I want a refined octavo

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