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“If I ever write an account of this voyage, may I place this letter at the beginning?”

Posted on July 3, 2019 by mafalda

[As usual, for correct and critical edition of this letter see Mehew 6, 2123.] To John Addington Symonds [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 89-91] [Tautira] November 11th, 1888 One November night, in the village of Tautira, we sat at the high … Continue reading →

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“Get out your big atlas”

Posted on April 25, 2019 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For correct and critical edition of this letter see Mehew 6, 2109.] To Sidney Colvin [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 78-80] Fakarava, Low Archipelago, September 21st, 1888 My dear Colvin, Only … Continue reading →

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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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I have survived myself, and somehow live on, a curious changeling, a merry ghost

Posted on July 20, 2014 by mafalda

The old print which RLS is alluding here still remains unidentified. [Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 2, 388]. To Fanny Sitwell [Colvin, 1912, pp. … Continue reading →

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“If I ever write an account of this voyage, may I place this letter at the beginning?”

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“Get out your big atlas”

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

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I have survived myself, and somehow live on, a curious changeling, a merry ghost

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