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“Will my doer collaborate thus much in my new novel?”

Posted on September 8, 2018 by mafalda

In Scotland the term “doer” is used for the law-agent or man of business of any person. RLS invited his friend and lawyer Charles Baxter (1848-1919) to allow himself (under the alias of Mr. Johnstone Thomson) and his office in … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged archive, Baxter, box, brothers, Durrisdeer, Edinburgh, introduction, Johnstone Thomson, Macbrair, Mackellar, Master of Ballantrae, memoranda, papers, Preface, Robert Louis Stevenson, Saranac Lake, W.S. | 1 Comment

“And the wind swoops at me round the corner, like a lion, and fluffs the snow in my face”

Posted on June 4, 2018 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 6, 1944.] To Sidney Colvin [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 39-41] Saranac Lake [c. 20 December 1887] My dear Colvin,This … Continue reading →

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“To impress that obdurate dog, your reader”

Posted on May 19, 2018 by mafalda

[For correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 6, 1938.] To Edward L. Burlingame [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 27-28] [Saranac Lake, c. 15 November 1887] Dear Mr. Burlingame, The revise seemed all right, so I did not trouble … Continue reading →

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All races are better away from their own country

Posted on January 2, 2016 by mafalda

Jules Simoneau (1820-1908) was the keeper of the inn and restaurant where RLS had boarded at Monterey, California, in the autumn of 1879, while waiting for his future wife’s divorce to become final. [As usual, dots between square brackets indicate … Continue reading →

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A great variety of small ships launched or still upon the stocks

Posted on December 13, 2015 by mafalda

Of the ‘small ships’ here mentioned, A Misadventure in France was probably a draft of the Epilogue to an Inland Voyage, not published till five years later in Scribner’s for Aug 1888, while The Travelling Companion (of which Colvin remembered … Continue reading →

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Forbidden … even to play Patience, that last of civilised amusements

Posted on September 2, 2015 by mafalda

As a young art student, Arthur Trevor Haddon (1864-1941), English portrait painter, had written to RLS after reading his essay on Walt Whitman. He won a scholarship at the Slade School in 1883. The Edinburgh Courant reported RLS’s illness and … Continue reading →

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To the folks that mind o’ me when I’m awa’

Posted on December 16, 2014 by mafalda

The Dook de Karneel (= Duke of Cornhill) and Marky de Stephen is Leslie Stephen, the editor of Cornill Magazine. The “blood and thunder” is RLS’s story, The Pavilion on the Links, just then accepted for the Cornhill. The Deacon … Continue reading →

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“Will my doer collaborate thus much in my new novel?”

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“And the wind swoops at me round the corner, like a lion, and fluffs the snow in my face”

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“To impress that obdurate dog, your reader”

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All races are better away from their own country

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A great variety of small ships launched or still upon the stocks

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Forbidden … even to play Patience, that last of civilised amusements

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To the folks that mind o’ me when I’m awa’

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