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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 am afraid I am not so rigid on chastity

Posted on July 25, 2015 by mafalda

Arthur Trevor Haddon (1864-1841), English portrait painter, won a scholarship at the Slade School in 1883. As a young art student he had written to RLS after reading his essay on Walt Whitman (see previous post). [As usual, for correct … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged 17 Heriot Row, act, chastity, cheekie, curse, dilemma, Edinburgh, enslaved, fate, habits, Haddon, life, London, love, man, marriage, notice, opinions, overthrow, overwork, pleasure, retrospective, Robert Louis Stevenson, sex, society, vanity, woman, young | Leave a comment

For two good emotions I would sacrifice a thousand years of fame

Posted on June 10, 2014 by mafalda

During his days in London RLS has gone with Mrs. Sitwell to the British Museum to revisit the Elgin marbles, and has carried off photographs of them to put up in his room at Edinburgh. ‘The desire of the moth … Continue reading →

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Last night we had a masquerade at the Villa Marina

Posted on April 22, 2014 by mafalda

[As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sir Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 1, 239, dated Feb. 12]. To Mrs. Sitwell [Colvin 1912, pp. 60-62] [Menton, February 6, 1874,] … Continue reading →

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Kids are what is the matter with me

Posted on April 10, 2014 by mafalda

In the first week of January 1874 Sidney Colvin goes for some necessary work to Paris, with the intention of returning towards the end of the month. The following letter introduces the Russian sisters, Madame Nadia Zassetsky and Madame Sophie … Continue reading →

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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 am afraid I am not so rigid on chastity

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For two good emotions I would sacrifice a thousand years of fame

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Last night we had a masquerade at the Villa Marina

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Kids are what is the matter with me

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