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“The children beat their parents here; it does not make their parents any better”

Posted on May 16, 2019 by mafalda

RLS addressed a part of this letter to William Archer’s son, ‘Tomarcher’, then aged three. [As usual, for correct and critical edition of this letter see Mehew 6, 2119] To William and Thomas Archer [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 85-6] Taiti, … Continue reading →

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“I would give a leg that this were blotted out, and I could sit down with him as of yore”

Posted on March 18, 2019 by mafalda

[For correct and critical edition of these letters, see Mehew 6, 2090-2093.] W.E. Henley to RLS, with a note by RLS [Enclosed in letter 2093 to Baxter, see below] [Baxter Letters, 1956, pp. 216-7, at http://www.hathitrust.org] Merton Place, Chiswick W., … Continue reading →

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“What will a man not do with a woman at his elbow…”

Posted on March 2, 2019 by mafalda

As already explained in previous posts, W.E. Henley’s letter of 9 March to RLS accusing Fanny of plagiarism in publishing under her own name a story based on an earlier one by RLS’s cousin, Katharine de Mattos, had precipitated the … 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

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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“The children beat their parents here; it does not make their parents any better”

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“I would give a leg that this were blotted out, and I could sit down with him as of yore”

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“What will a man not do with a woman at his elbow…”

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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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