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We found the place a bed of lilacs and nightingales (first time I ever heard one)

Posted on March 29, 2015 by mafalda

On the way home from Switzerland to Scotland RLS had stopped for a while at Fontainebleau, and then in Paris; whence, finding himself unpleasantly affected by the climate, he presently took refuge at St. Germain-en-Laye. That was the fifth cholera … Continue reading →

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My boat culbutted me

Posted on August 28, 2014 by mafalda

The following incident is related in a well-known passage of RLS’s Inland Voyage (chapter ‘The Oise in flood’), his travelogue about a canoeing trip through France and Belgium in 1876, with his friend Sir Walter Simpson. That was also his … Continue reading →

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O for the good, fleshly stupidity of the woods, the body conscious of itself all over and the mind forgotten!

Posted on July 12, 2014 by mafalda

RLS returned home from his first visit at Barbizon on 23 April 1875. The rehearsals were those of Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night for amateur theatricals at Professor Fleeming Jenkin’s in which Stevenson played the part of Orsino (the leading character of … Continue reading →

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Tag Archives: sore throat

We found the place a bed of lilacs and nightingales (first time I ever heard one)

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My boat culbutted me

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O for the good, fleshly stupidity of the woods, the body conscious of itself all over and the mind forgotten!

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