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“The tales are like the fox, the goose, and the cabbage of the ferryman”

Posted on October 14, 2017 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 5, 1732.] To Lady Taylor [Colvin 1912, pp. 220-222] Skerryvore, Bournemouth [23 December 1886] My dear Lady … 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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I hear on all sides I am to be attacked as an immoral writer

Posted on November 28, 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 5, 1481.] To Henry James [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 295-297] Skerryvore, Bournemouth, October 28, 1885 My dear … Continue reading →

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The offer is a fair one: I have not sold myself to the devil, for I could never find him

Posted on April 6, 2016 by mafalda

This friend of old Savile Club days was an assistant secretary to the finance department, art-critic, and versifier. [Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 4, … Continue reading →

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Take things easy and be as happy as you can

Posted on February 10, 2016 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 4, 1201.] To his Father [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 191-192] La Solitude, December 20, 1883 My dear Father, I … Continue reading →

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Good pages, an imperfect fusion, a certain languor of the whole. Not, in short, art

Posted on February 3, 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, 1193.] To Will H. Low [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 190-191] La Solitude, Hyères, Var, 13th December … Continue reading →

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The mere extent of a man’s travels has in it something consolatory

Posted on February 28, 2015 by mafalda

RLS had made friends with the American writer Charles Warren Stoddard, in the manner and amid the scenes faithfully described in The Wrecker, in the chapter called ‘Faces on the City Front.’ Stoddard (1843-1909) had written on 9 November 1880 … Continue reading →

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When I suffer in mind, stories are my refuge; I take them like opium; and I consider one who writes them as a sort of doctor of the mind

Posted on January 4, 2015 by mafalda

One day at the Savile Club in London, RLS, hearing a certain laugh, cried out that he must know the laugher, who turned out to be a fellow-countryman, John Meiklejohn, the well-known educational authority and professor at St. Andrews University. … Continue reading →

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I do not think many wives are better loved than mine will be

Posted on December 20, 2014 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, 682.] To Edmund Gosse [Colvin 1912, pp. 132-135] 608 Bush Street, San Francisco, California, Jan. 23, … Continue reading →

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It is the history of our kindnesses that alone makes this world tolerable

Posted on November 22, 2014 by mafalda

The copy of the Monterey paper here mentioned is probably the Monterey Californian of 11 November 1879, containing RLS’s article ‘San Carlos Day’ signed ‘The Monterey Barbarian’, and repulished in Scribner’s Magazine, August 1920. [As usual, dots between square brackets … Continue reading →

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Tag Archives: philosophy

“The tales are like the fox, the goose, and the cabbage of the ferryman”

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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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I hear on all sides I am to be attacked as an immoral writer

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The offer is a fair one: I have not sold myself to the devil, for I could never find him

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Take things easy and be as happy as you can

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Good pages, an imperfect fusion, a certain languor of the whole. Not, in short, art

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The mere extent of a man’s travels has in it something consolatory

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When I suffer in mind, stories are my refuge; I take them like opium; and I consider one who writes them as a sort of doctor of the mind

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I do not think many wives are better loved than mine will be

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It is the history of our kindnesses that alone makes this world tolerable

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