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“I started in the dark on foot, with a revolver, and my spurs on my bare feet”

Posted on January 19, 2024 by mafalda

Sidney Colvin had written to RLS on 21 March 1894: ‘Do these things interest you at all: or do any of our white affair? I could remark in passing that for three letters or more you have not uttered a … Continue reading →

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“We can do no more than try to do our best”

Posted on January 17, 2019 by mafalda

In December 1887, RLS had sent a copy of his ‘Memories and Portraits’ to one of the most intimate friends of his father, Rev. Archibald Charteris, asking if he could recall something memorable of Thomas Stevenson, to be used in … Continue reading →

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Here I am in my native land

Posted on March 31, 2015 by mafalda

RLS and Fanny travelled from Paris to London soon after 18 May, 1881, visiting Fanny’s son, Lloyd, who was studying at York. Then they returned to Scotland, moving (on 6 June) to Pitlochry, Perthshire, and staying at first at Fisher’s … Continue reading →

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“I started in the dark on foot, with a revolver, and my spurs on my bare feet”

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“We can do no more than try to do our best”

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Here I am in my native land

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