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“I am now very dandy… slovenly youth, all right – not slovenly age”

Posted on February 10, 2023 by mafalda

To Sidney Colvin [Vailima Letters, pp. 190-1] S.S. Mariposa, at Sea, [29 March 1893] Apia due by daybreak to-morrow. Bad pen, bad ink, bad light, bad blotting-paper. My dear Colvin, Have had an amusing but tragic holiday, from which we … Continue reading →

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“A man who talks, not one who sings”

Posted on June 23, 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, 1950.] To John Addington Symonds [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 28-31] Saranac Lake, Adirondack Mountains, New York, U.S.A., November … Continue reading →

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The romance ties precisely in the freeing of two spirits from these court intrigues

Posted on January 6, 2017 by mafalda

RLS’s novel, Prince Otto, was published in October 1885. The following refers to two reviews of it – one of them by Henley (in the Athenaeum of 21 November) which to the writer’s displeasure had been pruned by the editor … Continue reading →

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That tells on my old gipsy nature; like a violin hung up, I begin to lose what music there was in me

Posted on March 25, 2015 by mafalda

Colvin went out to Davos in January 1881, and found RLS apparently little improved in health, and depressed by a sad turn of destiny which had brought out his old friend Mrs. Sitwell to the same place, at the same … Continue reading →

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I won the toss, sir, and Hades went off once more discomfited

Posted on January 26, 2015 by mafalda

A poetical counterpart to this letter will be found in the piece beginning ‘Not yet, my soul, these friendly fields desert,’ which was composed at the same time and later printed in Underwoods, 1887. The quoting of St Paul is … Continue reading →

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Grrrrr! I’ll never be a poet any more

Posted on October 8, 2014 by mafalda

This is in reply to some technical criticisms of his friend W.E. Henley on the poem Our Lady of the Snows, referring to the Trappist monastery in the Cévennes so called, and afterwards published in Underwoods (1887). James Walter Ferrier … Continue reading →

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They have both husbands, and they are in Russia

Posted on April 22, 2014 by mafalda

William Murray, Sollicitor in the Supreme Court, is the father of RLS’s friend William Hugh Murray. With reference to the political allusions: this is the date of Mr. Gladstone’s dissolution, followed by his defeat at the polls notwithstanding his declared … Continue reading →

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“I am now very dandy… slovenly youth, all right – not slovenly age”

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“A man who talks, not one who sings”

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The romance ties precisely in the freeing of two spirits from these court intrigues

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That tells on my old gipsy nature; like a violin hung up, I begin to lose what music there was in me

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I won the toss, sir, and Hades went off once more discomfited

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Grrrrr! I’ll never be a poet any more

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They have both husbands, and they are in Russia

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