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Your subject peeps every here and there out of the crannies like a shy violet

Posted on August 2, 2015 by mafalda

Edmund Gosse had mistaken the name of the Peeblesshire manse, and is reproached accordingly. ‘Gray’ is Gosse’s volume on that poet in Morley’s series of English Men of Letters. ‘Bobo’ is a French childish word for hurt, sore or bruise. … 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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A fantastic sonata about the sea and wrecks

Posted on April 13, 2015 by mafalda

RLS was still getting testimonials from his acquaintances in support of his candidature for the Edinburgh History Chair. [As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see … 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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I wonder if it’s old age?

Posted on September 18, 2014 by mafalda

The Way of the World is a slip by RLS for Anthony Trollope’s novel, The Way we live now, inspired by the financial scandals of the early 1870s. [As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. … Continue reading →

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Vividness and not style is now my line

Posted on September 6, 2014 by mafalda

An excursion in the company of his parents to the Land’s End, Cornwall, in August 1877. The Sire de Maletroit’s Mousetrap was published in Temple Bar (Jan 1878) as The Sire de Maletroit’s Door and reprinted in New Arabian Nights … Continue reading →

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I am in a mad fury about these explosions

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