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“Sick and well, I have had a splendid life of it, grudge nothing, regret very little”

Posted on June 27, 2021 by mafalda

[For correct and critical edition of this letter see Mehew 7, 2360.] To H.B. Baildon [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 283-6] Vailima, Upolu [? October or November 1891] My dear Baildon, This is a real disappointment. It was so long since we had … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson, Senza categoria | Tagged age, antiquity, Baildon, ballads, Boyd, Caledonian Station, Cassel's, Chalmers, cross, damnation, death, Fergusson, Ferryman, Gordon, health, John Nicholson's Predicament, Kinloch, life, metropolis, Misadventures of John Nicholson, Murrayfield, Prosator, psychology, public, Robert Louis Stevenson, Samoa, Samoan, Satan, savages, Song of Rahéro, Spectator, Thomson, Upolu, Vailima, Williamson, young, Yule-Tide | 1 Comment

And I have been a Scotchman all my life, and denied my native land!

Posted on February 8, 2015 by mafalda

‘Away with your gardens of roses’: first line of Byron’s ‘Lachin y Gair’ (‘Lochnagar’) in praise of the Highlands. The volume of essays must be Virginihus Puerisque, published the following spring, 1881. The first poem enclosed by RLS will be … Continue reading →

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When I suffer in mind, stories are my refuge; I take them like opium; and I consider one who writes them as a sort of doctor of the mind

Posted on January 4, 2015 by mafalda

One day at the Savile Club in London, RLS, hearing a certain laugh, cried out that he must know the laugher, who turned out to be a fellow-countryman, John Meiklejohn, the well-known educational authority and professor at St. Andrews University. … Continue reading →

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This is not a gay way to pass Christmas, is it?

Posted on December 7, 2014 by mafalda

Fanny Vandegrift obtained her divorce from Samuel Osbourne in Oakland, Ca., on 12 December 1879. The Emigrant is of course The Amateur Emigrant, the account of RLS’s journey to California, then still in draft. The “novel” should be A Vendetta … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged 608 Bush Street, Amateur Emigrant, café, Christmas, cookery-books, crack, curtain, den, Essay, harvest, Hayley, Henley, imitate, ink, landlady, landlord, mark, Mrs. Carson, music, night-hawk, Norma, novel, opera, overture, Pacific Coast, paper, perambulations. black-strap, restaurant, Robert Louis Stevenson, San Francisco, Sidney Colvin, Spectator, starve, style, Thoreau, vapid, waiters, work | 1 Comment

I have tales enough to keep you going till five in the morning

Posted on November 20, 2014 by mafalda

The Athæneum of 27 September 1879 announced that RLS intended to publish a volume containing his essays from the Cornhill and London. The book finally would be published as Virginibus Puerisque by Kegan Paul in 1881. Henley was reviewing (The … Continue reading →

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I envy you your wife, your home, your child – I was going to say your cat

Posted on October 18, 2014 by mafalda

The ‘humorous friend’ was Charles Baxter: RLS stayed the weekend with the Baxters at Lochcote House near Bathgate, now demolished. Edmund William Gosse used to sign with two initials, E.W.G. The nickname Weg was fastened on him by RLS, partly … Continue reading →

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“Sick and well, I have had a splendid life of it, grudge nothing, regret very little”

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And I have been a Scotchman all my life, and denied my native land!

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When I suffer in mind, stories are my refuge; I take them like opium; and I consider one who writes them as a sort of doctor of the mind

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This is not a gay way to pass Christmas, is it?

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I have tales enough to keep you going till five in the morning

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I envy you your wife, your home, your child – I was going to say your cat

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