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To me, the medicine bottles on my chimney and the blood on my handkerchief are accidents; they do not colour my view of life… they do not exist in my prospect

Posted on December 3, 2016 by mafalda

[For correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 5, 1484.] To William Archer [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 299-302] Skerryvore, Bournemouth [30 October 1885] Dear Mr. Archer, You will see that I had already had a sight of your … Continue reading →

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‘His timbers yet are (indifferently) sound, and he may float again’

Posted on March 26, 2016 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, 1254.] To W.E. Henley [Covin 1911, 2, pp. 211-213] La Solitude, Hyères, April 20th, 1884 I … Continue reading →

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I shall give my mind at once to the Murder

Posted on May 30, 2015 by mafalda

Edmund Gosse and RLS had proposed to R.W. Gilder, of the Century Magazine, New York, that they should collaborate for him on a series of murder papers, beginning with the Elstree Murder; and he had accepted the proposal on terms … Continue reading →

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‘English, The: – a dull people, incapable of comprehending the Scottish tongue

Posted on October 14, 2014 by mafalda

Both Gosse’s article (The Poetic Phase in Modern English Art) and Meredith’s Story (The Tale of Chloe) were published in The New Quarterly Magazine for July 1879. RLS’s book just reviewed was Edinburgh: Picturesque Notes. This letter is contemporary with … Continue reading →

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“I think you’ll find the summer will be rather cōmplicated”

Posted on July 28, 2014 by mafalda

RLS and Sir Walter Grindlay Simpson were regular travel companions. They took canoe trips along the Firth of Forth, travelled to Germany in 1872, cruised the Inner Hebrides on the Heron in 1874, visited Barbizon in 1875, took a walking … Continue reading →

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For two good emotions I would sacrifice a thousand years of fame

Posted on June 10, 2014 by mafalda

During his days in London RLS has gone with Mrs. Sitwell to the British Museum to revisit the Elgin marbles, and has carried off photographs of them to put up in his room at Edinburgh. ‘The desire of the moth … Continue reading →

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Why don’t they stamp their foot upon the ground and awake?

Posted on May 27, 2014 by mafalda

Back to Swanston Cottage, from his yachting tour in the Inner Hebrides with his friend Sir Walter Simpson. George Grove is for some years before and after this date the editor of Macmillan’s Magazine. After the Knox articles no more … Continue reading →

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To me, the medicine bottles on my chimney and the blood on my handkerchief are accidents; they do not colour my view of life… they do not exist in my prospect

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‘His timbers yet are (indifferently) sound, and he may float again’

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I shall give my mind at once to the Murder

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‘English, The: – a dull people, incapable of comprehending the Scottish tongue

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“I think you’ll find the summer will be rather cōmplicated”

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For two good emotions I would sacrifice a thousand years of fame

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Why don’t they stamp their foot upon the ground and awake?

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