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“People mayn’t be like their books, they are their books”

Posted on February 23, 2023 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Edward Verrall Lucas. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 8, 2550.] To J.M. Barrie [Lucas’ Annual, 1914, pp. 155-61] [Dictated to Belle] Vailima, Samoa, April 2nd or … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson, Senza categoria | Tagged Adorner of the Ugly, amanuensis, Apemama, appearances, applause, apron-strings, art, author, barrel-organ, Barrie, Belle, books, boots, caricatures, Carlyle, cheating, cigarettes, civility, clothing, coat, Cold blasts from Holland, cords, days of prunes and prism, De Quincey, doctor, dresses, Duchesse lace, dukes, dusky brides, Dutch, elegance, eyeglasses, family life, Fanny, flowers, forlorn, frocks, grocer, guests, hair-cutting, hairdress, haughtiness, health, hell, hibernation, house, house-boys, inferiors, instruments, intolerance, Isobel Strong, Latin, Lloyd, Loia, manners, Marquesas, menagerie, mud, music, nails, Napoleon, native boys, natives, pajama, Partizan, pen, perambulator, Piccadilly, poem, Polynesian Race, riding breeches, rings, Robert Louis Stevenson, Samoa, sash, Scotch, selfishness, shell-back guests, shirt, silk socks, silk stockings, studs, Sydney, Tamaitai, Tame Celebrity, Teuila, ties, toe-rings, Tusitala, undershirt, universe, Vailima, velvet dress, velvet jacket, whip, Wuthering Heights | 1 Comment

“If I had met you when I was a boy and a bachelor, how different my life would have been!”

Posted on October 9, 2020 by mafalda

RLS cherished the hope of visiting Revd. James Chalmers (Tamate) in New Guinea, but this design proved, unhappily, impossible. [Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Lovett. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter see Mehew 7, 2279.] … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson, Senza categoria | Tagged Apia, boyhood, Chalmers, charge, Clarke, death, farmering, friendship, god, gratitude, health, kindness, life, Lloyd, mail, marriage, New Guinea, Post Office, Robert Louis Stevenson, Samoa, Scotch, South Seas, Tamate, Upolu, Vailima, work | 1 Comment

“I thocht I was sae dam patriotic j’inin'”

Posted on July 28, 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, 1964.] To Charles Baxter [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 35-36] Saranac Lake, 12th December ’87 My dear Charles, Will … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged Aunt Alan, Baxter, cheque, Christmas, club, De Mattos, gifts, Haggard, Henley, Lang, London, money, patriotic, Pollington, Pollock, Robert Louis Stevenson, Saranac Lake, Savile, Scotch, Thomson, Union, Warmingpan | Leave a 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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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson, Senza categoria | Tagged Aeneid, Amata, bleakness, Burns, catarrh, chill, Circe, Colvin, Darwinian Sermon, Davos, delight, eating, elsewhere, essays, fashion, French, Gillson, grey, health, heaven, income, inspiration, J.P., James, landscape, Latin, Meredith, money, papers, Pulviset Umbra, Robert Louis Stevenson, Roderick Hudson, Saranac Lake, Scotch, Scotland, Scribner's Magazine, sentiments, sermon, Smith, snow, song, spelling, veranda, wind, winter, woods | 1 Comment

“I have never called my verses poetry: they are verse, the verse of a speaker not a singer”

Posted on May 4, 2018 by mafalda

[For correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 6, 1909.] To William Sharp [E. Sharp, W. Sharp: A Memory, 1910, pp. 138-139] [Saranac Lake, ? Mid-October 1887] Dear Mr. Sharp, What is the townsman’s blunder? — though I … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged birds, blackbird, blunder, country, error, garden, mavis, merle, night, poem, poetry, Requiem, review, Robert Louis Stevenson, Saranac Lake, Scotch, sharp, song, speaker, Spring, thrush, townsman, tree, turdi, Underwoods, verses, Warriston cemetery | Leave a comment

Some day climb as high as Halkerside for me, and sprinkle some of the well water on the turf

Posted on December 29, 2017 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 5, 1795.] To Alison Cunningham [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 368-370] Skerryvore, April 16th, 1887 My dearest Cummy, As usual, … 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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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged Amory, angels, book, box- goose-cottage-ferryman, dates, Dowden, genius, growing up, humour, intelligence, irony, justice, London, penny-a-liner, philosophy, places, Robert Louis Stevenson, schoolgirl, Scotch, Shelley, Skerryvore, tales, Taylor, time, Viviani | Leave a comment

“A dam tale to order, which will be what it will be”

Posted on October 7, 2017 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 5, 1729.] To Sidney Colvin [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 356-357] Skerryvore, Dec. 14, 1886 My dear Colvin, This is … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged Bard, Colvin, Dowden, Fanny, father, French, guitar, health, Keats, Mackay, marrow, Misadventures of John Nicholson, pensioners, poem, Robert Louis Stevenson, Scotch, Shelley, Shelley Papers, Skerryvore, sleep, story, tale, Thomas Stevenson, verse | Leave a comment

I am tempted to call myself a valetudinarian

Posted on April 27, 2016 by mafalda

Enclosing some supplementary poems for A Child’s Garden of Verses. [Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 4, 1279.] To Sidney Colvin [Colvin 1912, pp. 192-193] … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged Bain, bedtime, Bible, blindness, Clarendon Press, Colvin, Ewald, fancy, French, History of Israel, Hotel Chabassière, In the Garden, journey, Latin, Little Land, love, maid, Marseille, money, notes, Only Child, poeshie, publisher, Puy de Dôme, Robert Louis Stevenson, Royat, Scotch, sickness, V, Vails, Valais, Vale, valet, Valetta, valetudinarian, volume | Leave a comment

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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“People mayn’t be like their books, they are their books”

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“If I had met you when I was a boy and a bachelor, how different my life would have been!”

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“I thocht I was sae dam patriotic j’inin'”

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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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“I have never called my verses poetry: they are verse, the verse of a speaker not a singer”

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Some day climb as high as Halkerside for me, and sprinkle some of the well water on the turf

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

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“A dam tale to order, which will be what it will be”

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I am tempted to call myself a valetudinarian

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I am in a mad fury about these explosions

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