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“I have seen sights that cannot be told, and heard stories that cannot be repeated”

Posted on November 28, 2019 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 6, 2176.] To Sidney Colvin [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 151-4] Honolulu, [early] June 1889 My dear Colvin, I am … Continue reading →

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Telling the story, not with the one eye of pity, but with the two of pity and mirth

Posted on April 13, 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, 1266.] To W.E. Henley [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 218-219] La Solitude, Hyères [Late April 1884] Dear boy, […] … Continue reading →

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I have had to go full-tilt at tushery for a while

Posted on November 6, 2015 by mafalda

‘Tushery’ had been a name in use between RLS and Henley for romances of the Ivanhoe type. He now applies it to his own tale of the Wars of the Roses, The Black Arrow, written for Young Folks. RLS began … Continue reading →

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It was a logomachy of my making

Posted on April 20, 2015 by mafalda

The Stevensons arrived at Braemar, Aberdeenshire, on August 2nd, 1881. Alexander Hay Japp (1837-1905), Scottish author, journalist and publisher, was known for some time under his pseudonym H.A. Page, and later as a biographer of De Quincey. In 1877 he … Continue reading →

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I am in a mad fury about these explosions

Posted on April 17, 2015 by mafalda

These years were those of the Fenian dynamite outrages at Clerkenwell Prison, the Tower of London, the House of Lords, etc. Jeremiah O’Donovan ‘Rossa’ (1831-1915) was an “Irish Fenian revolutionary leader, journalist and propagandist. After being imprisoned in England he … Continue reading →

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I must just be content to live as I have begun, an ignorant, chic-y penny-a-liner

Posted on May 8, 2014 by mafalda

Written in Paris on his way home to Edinburgh. Some of the talk with Sidney Colvin at Mentone run on the scheme of a spectacle play on the story of the burning of the temple of Diana at Ephesus by … Continue reading →

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“I have seen sights that cannot be told, and heard stories that cannot be repeated”

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Telling the story, not with the one eye of pity, but with the two of pity and mirth

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I have had to go full-tilt at tushery for a while

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It was a logomachy of my making

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I am in a mad fury about these explosions

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I must just be content to live as I have begun, an ignorant, chic-y penny-a-liner

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